I understand President Ronald Reagan used to tell story about a very timid little man who ventured into a biker bar. The little man cleared his throat nervously and asked, “Which of you gentlemen owns a black Pit Bull which is chained outside to a parking meter?”
A giant of a man, wearing biker gear, turned slowly on his stool, looked down at the quivering little man and snarled, “It’s my dog. Why?”
“Well, sir,” squeaked the little man, obviously very nervous, “I believe my dog just killed your Pit Bull.”
“What?” roared the big man in disbelief. “What kind of dog do you have?”
The little man answered nervously, “It’s a small Pekinese.”
“That’s ridiculous!” roared the biker, “How could your Pekinese kill my Pit Bull?”
The little man, swallowing hard, said, “It appears it got caught in…