Three dogs walk into a bar one day.
The oldest one says “I’ll go up and pay.”
“Excuse me sir, may I have three beers?”
The bartender can’t believe her ears.
“******* a talking dog! Let my customers get out their phones.”
“Yeah my name’s Huey I chase cars, **** old socks, and bury bones.”
The bartender gives Huey his three cold suds.
The second dog offers the next round for his buds.
“Hey lady you think can I get three more?”
She waddles over, feet all sore.
“*******, you know the other dog who talks?”
“Yeah my name’s Duey I chase cars, I **** old socks.
Can I get three beers if it’s not much trouble?”
“Of course good boi on the double.”
The third dogs turn he goes up to buy.
She toddles over she’s thinking she’ll try.
“Lemme guess, your name’s Luey, and you chase the mailman away?”
“No, it’s Old Socks and I’ve had a bad ****** day.”