“One more thing I wanted to ask ya; what were their names?” “uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
Yeah, wrought with suspicious scrunched facial expressions and a weird grimace as he arrests the guy in the end. Can totally picture the cop, but not the dog friend as much? He sounds like he does meth THEN runs with the dogs at the park. He don't know them like that though, they just race a bit then head home. 😂
This was relatable, as I found this bar/dog daycare and I can just gi dogless ans befriend stranger dogs while buzzed and have a good time. I made friends with dogs whose owners aren't around. And I forgot their names but I remember them and they remember me. In hindsight this probably isn't the best fusion of establishments though. A dog almost ran out cause some drunk fella didn't close both doors... but yeah I have dog friends too
this is actually quite accurate: never engage in real conversation with the police. ask 'em if they have a search warrant, and then send them on their way (if they DO have that warrant, you're fucked)
Yes, all cops just want to put you in jail. They're all out to either arrest you, fine you, shoot you, or all of the above. Especially so if you're heading in the direction of a dog park. Honestly they're probably just jealous that we have all these awesome drugs and they don't.
I sip a beer and see that The Minute Hour has put out another clip, how glorious! I stand with the enthusiasm of 83 ants buzzing from the beer I spilled the day before. I turn to my dog, asleep happily in his blanket, and exclaim loudly, "IT IS TIME!" Like every time, perfect. My day has been made. For it is every second of every single day that I wait. I wait. I wait. For a man to record these clips. Just some guy? No. I do not know this man outside of his channel name of The Minute Hour. How sweet, a play on words in the name of comedy, wonderful! But as I laugh at his whimsical perceptions of our sad, dark and heartless world I see, I see the mess around me, dirty dishes, "not from me!" I say, I do not eat. There are beer cans around me, bottles, tall boys, regulars, Canadian brands because I am Canadian. Not in like a gross way dont feel sorry for me, I see the ants and decide to just leave it. The dog will be fine on his own hes, uh, very small. I think. I get in my car continuing about my business, putting it on headphones as I drive, I keep one headphone out to stay safe on the road. But who is this man? And why do I wait so? I think about it long and hard, but I have things to do while I wait. I sit. I wait. With this final thought, I stand. I stand at the small gathering I had just driven to in my car. There are people looking at me, weird. But not me, But at the beverage in my hand. For I had brought my beer. Rude. And I say quietly, enough so they can hear, but enough to know its a secret. "Is this an AA meeting or something?" They all nod collectively. It is indeed. So I am in the right place. I take my final beer out of my back pocket, a traveler as I called it, shook it up and sprayed it around the room. Making sure to aim just far enough that they would get a taste, just a taste. Nothing more. This is what I do in my spare time. I wait. I. Wait.
@@dogfather6165 Different guy, he collaborates with the Minute Hour and does lots of the animations (not all of them.) This audio bit is all the minute hour without anybody else's help.
Man... This channel is going to get huge. I'm going to start linking these vids some places. I know just the schizos who would love it. Fantastic stuff.
I have an incredibly important request. Please voice the following copypasta and have it animated. You will have my eternal gratitude if you do this. the copypasta: I saw Jeff Goldblum at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying. The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
