A guy walks into a pub and asks: "Does anyone here own a Doberman?
I feel really bad about this, but my Chihuahua just killed it."
A man leaps to his feet and replies, "Yes, I do, but how can that
be? I raised that dog from a pup to be a vicious killer."
"Yes, well, that's all well and good," replied the first, "but my
dog's stuck in its throat."
In retrospect, "Let's get the goat drunk"
should have been my cue to leave the party.