Day three of the thirty day beer diet, I'm in my basement tilting one back with my buddy Carl, and we're listening to my dogs upstairs, their toenails clicking on the hardwood floors. That prompts a talk about pets.
In this clip I tell the true story about the death of my dog. So if you're a pet lover, or particularly sensitive, have some hankies ready.
Just one time for me, PLEASE JOE... can you make your voice all gruff and scratchy like Belushi and say, FOOOOOOOOOD FIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHTTT! And stand up and throw shite across the room?
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