My dog's got no nose.

Stops the dog from looking embarrassed when it farts and clears the room.

However if it’s thick enough to taste then that’s not going to help! #frankiebolye “was to too much?”
 
Wuffles the dog, right? No nose. NONE. Just blank space, like a cosmic void where a nose should be. Does he care? Of course not! He’s out there, licking the universe like it’s a giant, infinite popsicle of reality. He licks the sky—why not? It’s made of clouds, and clouds taste like strawberry jam if you believe hard enough.

One day, he strolls into a bakery. No nose to sniff the bread, but—oh—he licks it. Just full-on slurp. The bread wiggles in joy. It’s alive, man. The bread’s like, “You’re a genius, Wuffles. We are ONE.” And Wuffles just blinks, because *how could he not know?* He’s beyond noses.

He licks a mailbox next. The mailbox smiles, sending a letter to Jupiter. It’s a postcard. It says, “Hey, Earth, chill out. Wuffles is the new scent of the future.” Then, without hesitation, Wuffles licks a flying kite. The kite does a somersault and begins to play jazz music with its tail.

“Wuffles!” someone says from a distant dimension. "Why didn’t you smell anything?"

“Smell?!” Wuffles barks back, floating in slow motion, his fur turning into jellybeans. “There’s no smell! It’s all a cosmic illusion! Only licks, man! Licks and... more licks!”

And that’s it. The universe folds itself into a pretzel of joy. Wuffles is a legend. A lick-tastic, nose-less, tongue-bending icon in the ever-expanding galaxy of pure nonsense.
 
Last edited:
Diddums said:
Wuffles the dog, right? No nose. NONE. Just blank space, like a cosmic void where a nose should be. Does he care? Of course not! He’s out there, licking the universe like it’s a giant, infinite popsicle of reality. He licks the sky—why not? It’s made of clouds, and clouds taste like strawberry jam if you believe hard enough.

One day, he strolls into a bakery. No nose to sniff the bread, but—oh—he licks it. Just full-on slurp. The bread wiggles in joy. It’s alive, man. The bread’s like, “You’re a genius, Wuffles. We are ONE.” And Wuffles just blinks, because *how could he not know?* He’s beyond noses.

He licks a mailbox next. The mailbox smiles, sending a letter to Jupiter. It’s a postcard. It says, “Hey, Earth, chill out. Wuffles is the new scent of the future.” Then, without hesitation, Wuffles licks a flying kite. The kite does a somersault and begins to play jazz music with its tail.

“Wuffles!” someone says from a distant dimension. "Why didn’t you smell anything?"

“Smell?!” Wuffles barks back, floating in slow motion, his fur turning into jellybeans. “There’s no smell! It’s all a cosmic illusion! Only licks, man! Licks and... more licks!”

And that’s it. The universe folds itself into a pretzel of joy. Wuffles is a legend. A lick-tastic, nose-less, tongue-bending icon in the ever-expanding galaxy of pure nonsense.
Click to expand...

You been reading Richard Bach recently? (Re. "Illusions")
 
Last edited:
Diddums said:
Wuffles the dog, right? No nose. NONE. Just blank space, like a cosmic void where a nose should be. Does he care? Of course not! He’s out there, licking the universe like it’s a giant, infinite popsicle of reality. He licks the sky—why not? It’s made of clouds, and clouds taste like strawberry jam if you believe hard enough.

One day, he strolls into a bakery. No nose to sniff the bread, but—oh—he licks it. Just full-on slurp. The bread wiggles in joy. It’s alive, man. The bread’s like, “You’re a genius, Wuffles. We are ONE.” And Wuffles just blinks, because *how could he not know?* He’s beyond noses.

He licks a mailbox next. The mailbox smiles, sending a letter to Jupiter. It’s a postcard. It says, “Hey, Earth, chill out. Wuffles is the new scent of the future.” Then, without hesitation, Wuffles licks a flying kite. The kite does a somersault and begins to play jazz music with its tail.

“Wuffles!” someone says from a distant dimension. "Why didn’t you smell anything?"

“Smell?!” Wuffles barks back, floating in slow motion, his fur turning into jellybeans. “There’s no smell! It’s all a cosmic illusion! Only licks, man! Licks and... more licks!”

And that’s it. The universe folds itself into a pretzel of joy. Wuffles is a legend. A lick-tastic, nose-less, tongue-bending icon in the ever-expanding galaxy of pure nonsense.
Click to expand...

I look forward to the film adaptation. Chris Pratt as Wuffles. Jack Black as the kite.
 
I get this in my Christmas cracker every year, in fact there are always two versions.

1)
My dog's got no nose.
How does he smell?
Terrible.

2)
My dog's got no nose.
How does he smell?
Well he can't, you see, he's got no nose.

The latter won me an nvme which is still in my NAS as a cache drive, thanks @Vince.

Vince's Xmas Storage Give Away! Want a free NVME? Come inside!

That time of year is coming along way too quickly! The nights are drawing in and it's dark and horrible so what could be better than something to lighten the mood? Say a free storage giveaway... Below is a picture of the drives and yes there are 10 available perhaps one or two more if we can't...
forums.overclockers.co.uk forums.overclockers.co.uk

And posted here:

Your christmas cracker jokes - TO THE INTERWEBS!

‎what is the biggest ant?.... An elephant... What does yours say
forums.overclockers.co.uk forums.overclockers.co.uk
 
Feek said:
1)
My dog's got no nose.
How does he smell?
Terrible.

2)
My dog's got no nose.
How does he smell?
Well he can't, you see, he's got no nose.
Click to expand...

the second is the GenZ remake ?

former is a classic and could be another v-k test
....You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom