Oh darn, it's locked...

James turned to me and said:

"Today in class (welding) there was a guy that lost both the keys to the lock on his locker and he couldn't get into it. So the teacher offered to cut the lock off for him, but just as he was about to, I offered to try to pick the lock for him. I grabbed my lock pick out of my locker and then tried my best to pop the lock. For whatever reason, this particular lock refused to open, and so the teacher gave me the tool to cut it off anyway. 

"Meanwhile, another guy in class asked me: Did you know that you can make a triangle lock pick from a pop can? To which I replied: Yep, I saw that on youtube. That's when I noticed that the rest of the guys in class were looking at each other nervously like they were thinking: Shit! Our stuff isn't safe! One guy even laughed and made a comment: Remind me not to buy any Master locks around you!"

James laughs and then adds: "So the teacher asked me where I had learned to pick locks and I told him: Autobody class.

They teach you how to pick locks in autobody class?!?! 

Well no, but sometimes we had to get into old cars that had been donated to the school, and it was just easiest to pop the lock rather than Slim Jim them.

The teacher joked to the rest of the class: Careful! Jim's going to be out there popping locks in the parking lot!

I laughed. Nah! I've only picked two locks in the parking lot...

The teacher gave me this look like he was thinking: Wait, what?

I laughed, but didn't tell him that it's true. A girl locked herself out of her car once and needed my help to open it."

I laughed because I know my hubby likes to imply things and leave people wondering, lol!

They did what with that dog?!

As we were laying in bed talking tonight, not sure why, but that recent news article about the Marine and his wife that got into trouble for letting their dog have WAY too much fun with wifey and getting it on video AND posting it to the internet came up. It's shameful that such things happen because it gives the men who serve our country a bad reputation. Also, if they were hurting the dog, we'd be part of the mob demanding justice.

That said, they weren't hurting the dog. They were doing the opposite of hurting the dog. They were letting the dog have as much fun as he wanted. As repugnant as WE feel that is, it's VERY different than actually hurting the dog, and I'm not really sure why it's being punished so harshly.

Anyway, hubby chuckles and says: "That reminds me of that old vet joke!"

"Which joke?" I wonder curiously.

"You know, the one where there are three dogs in the vet's office waiting for be dealt with. The first dog says: What are you in here for? I'm here because I'm a digger and I dug up all the master's flowers, so I'm going to be put down.
The second dog says: I'm here because I'm a pisser. I piss on everything, so I'm going to be put down. What about you? He asks the third dog.
Oh me? Well, I'm a humper. I hump everything. Just yesterday, I saw the master's wife bend over as she was getting out of the shower. I couldn't help it! I jumped up on her and started humping away!
The first two dogs look at each other and nod: Ah, so you're getting put down too.
Nope! The third dogs assures them. I'm just here to get my nails clipped.

Ba-dum-dum! lol!