A man absolutely hated his wife's cat and decided to get rid of him one day by driving him 20 miles from his home and leaving him at the road side. As he arrived home, the cat was waiting on the doorstep. The next day he decided to drive the cat 40 miles away. He put the beast out and headed home. Driving back up his driveway, there was the cat! He kept taking the cat further and further, and the cat would always beat him home. At last he decided to drive a hundred miles away, turn right, then left, past the bridge, then right again and another right until he reached what he thought was a safe distance from his home and left the cat there.
Hours later the man calls home to his wife: "Jen, is the cat there?"
"Yes", the wife answers, "why do you ask?"
Frustrated, the man answered, "Put him on the phone, I'm lost and need directions."
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Wizzard on Thu Jun 12, 2008 10:32 am, edited 1 time in total.
When I was young I was called a rugged individualist
When I was in my fifties I was considered eccentric
Here I am doing and saying the same things I did back then and now I'm labelled senile