Read this. My grandfather told me today at dinner. I haven't laughed so hard in my life. [hide]My grandfather's friend, a fellow former FBI agent, has a pair of ill-suited neighbours. The one to his right breeds pet rabbits, while the one on his left owns a rather vicious dog. The two men have a mutual understanding, and get along farely well, despite this roadblock. One day, when both neighbours happened to be out on vacation, my grandfather's friend came home from work and found the dog in his backyard. It was shaking a dead rabbit by its neck. The man ran up to the dog and shooed it away, worrying that such an event could begin a feud between his neighbors. So he decided to clean up the dead rabbit, to avoid conflict. He brings it inside, washes it in the tub, and blowdries it off. He then heads over to his righthand neighbour's lawn and props the rabbit up against its cage, to give it a semblance of life. The next day the righthand neighbour is home, and goes outside to check on his rabbits. My grandfather's friend hears the man yelling, and goes outside to investigate. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" "What's wrong?" "Oh my god! Oh my-" "What's wrong, friend?" "This rabbit, it's dead... I BURIED IT YESTERDAY!"[/hide]