one day, my grandpuppy went into a bar with one his leg is hurting. my grandpuppy leap on the top of the bar with his front legs.
the bartender look at his his right foot , it was bleeding.
the bartender said to my grandpuppy, " what's happened ? "
my grandpuppy look at the bartender and said, " someone shot my paw! "
I was just thinking back to a show that was once on USA TV, about 50 years ago. It was a Country and Western version of "Rowan and Martins Laugh In" but I can't remember the name. The highlight for me was when this old guy came out onto the veranda of his homestead, leant on the rail, and proceeded to offer some sort of ludicrous homily on "life". When he reached the laugh-line (if there was one) an umbrella handle would come out and hook him around the neck and yank him off.
I remember the one where he likened "life" to a road.
"You know, my old grandpappy often said, 'life is like a road." Here he stopped to ruminate, reflect, nod his head in agreement; then he proceeded.....
"Yes sir! When you come to think of it, the markings down the middle of the road kind of remind you of......of....
And the tarmac that covers the road kind of.......
While the paving stones each side of the road....."
Then the old guy cries out:- "Come to think of it, life aint't NOTHING like a road!" at which point the hook would come out and haul him away.