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"Old Butch."

Bill was in the fertilized egg business.

He had several hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets,' and ten
roosters to fertilize the eggs.

He kept records, and any rooster not performing went into the soup pot and
was replaced.

This took a lot of time, so he bought some tiny bells and attached them to
his roosters.

Each bell had a different tone, so he could tell from a distance, which
rooster was performing.

Now, he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by just
listening to the bells.

Bill's favorite rooster, old Butch, was a very fine specimen, but this
morning he noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all!

When he went to investigate, he saw the other roosters were busy chasing
pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the pullets, hearing the roosters coming,
would run for cover.

To John's amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring

He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one.

Bill was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the Saint Lawrence County
Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.

The result was the judges not only awarded old Butch the "No Bell Piece
Prize," but they also awarded him the "Pulletsurprise" as well.

Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making. Who else but a politician
could figure out how to win two of the most coveted awards on our planet by
being the best at sneaking up on the unsuspecting populace and screwing them
when they weren't paying attention.

 

 

A Welsh farmer drove to a neighbour's farmhouse and knocked at the door. A
boy, about 9, opened the door.

"Is your dad or your mum home?" said the farmer.

"No, they went to town." 

"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"

"No, he went with Mum and Dad."

The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the
other, and mumbling to himself.

"I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one, or I can give
dad a message." said the boy.

"Well," said the farmer uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to your Dad.
It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter Susie pregnant".

The boy thought for a moment...

"You would have to talk to Dad about that. I know he charges £500 for the
bull and £50 for the pig, but I don't know how much he charges for Howard."

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