They both want to bury their bone.
Q: What would be a terrible name for a new beer A: "Mondays"...because no one would EVER want to buy a case of the Mondays...
He wanted a spare in case he had a split.
A hot dog.
A dog: He feeds me, takes care about me, gives me shelter... He is God. A cat: He feeds me, takes care about me, gives me shelter... I am God.
He buried it.
Because he had a bone to pick.
Bone.
One is a master debater. The other is a masterbater.