Sniffer

[Flamethrower]

A man had just settled into his seat next to the window on the plane when another man sat down in the aisle seat and put his black Labrador Retriever in the middle seat next to the man.
The first man looked very quizzically at the dog and asked why the dog was allowed on the plane. The second man explained that he was a DEA agent and that the dog was a 'sniffing dog'. "His name is Sniffer and he's the best there is. I'll show you once we get airborne, when I put him to work."

The plane took off, and once it has leveled out, the agent said, "Watch this."
He told Sniffer to "search". Sniffer jumped down, walked along the aisle, and finally sat very purposefully next to a woman for several seconds. Sniffer then returned to his seat and put one paw on the
agent's arm. The agent said, "Good boy", and he turned to the man and said, "That woman is in possession of marijuana, so I'm making a note of her seat number and the authorities will apprehend her when we land.

"Say, that's pretty neat," replied the first man.
Once again, the agent sent Sniffer to search the aisles. The Lab sniffed about, sat down beside a man for a few seconds, returned to its seat, and this time he placed two paws on the agent's arm. The agent said, "That man is carrying cocaine, so again, I'm making a note of his seat number for the police."

"I like it!" said his seat mate.
The agent then told Sniffer to "search" again. Sniffer walked up and down the aisles for a little while, sat down for a moment, and then came racing back to the agent, jumped into the middle seat and proceeded to shit all over the place.

The first man was really grossed out by this behavior and couldn't figure out how or why a well-trained dog would behave like that, so he asked the agent "What's going on?"

The agent nervously replied, "He just found a bomb."

[fulvio sammut]

One from the Trades Hall Weekly.

[The InnFORCEr]

An old Italian man lived alone in Oakleigh. He wanted to dig his tomato
garden, but it was hard work for his advanced years as the ground was very
hard.


His only son, Costa, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote
a letter to his son and described his predicament.

Dear Costa,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my
tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden
plot. If you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the
plot for me.
Love Papa


A few days later he received a letter from his son.



Dear Papa,
Don't dig up the garden. That's where I buried the bodies.
Love Costa


At 4 A.M. the next morning, Federal agents and Victoria Police arrived and
dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the
old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from
his son.


Dear Papa,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the
circumstances.
Love Costa