My sh*t don't stink
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Trying to figure it out...
A fellow from up North, went duck hunting down here in Texas. He shot one but it fell on the other side of a barbed wire fence. As he made his way over the fence to get the duck, a farmer drove up on a tractor and said, "Whatcha doin there pardner?"
The Yankee replied, "I shot a duck and he fell on the other side of this fence, so I was going to get him."
"Round these parts, when a duck falls on your property, it's your duck, no matter who shot him", replied the farmer. "You keep your hands off my duck", he told the Yankee.
The Yankee yelled, "Look dammit, I shot the duck, it's my duck, and I'm going to get it, so stay the hell out of my way, old man!"
The farmer said, "Look, how 'bout we settle this the way we normally do down here-We have a little contest to see who's the better man."
The Yankee replied, "OK, I'm game, what do we do?"
The farmer said, "We kick each other in the nuts, till one of us gives up. Whoever takes it the longest gets the duck. Since we're in Texas, I get to go first."
"Alright, I'm up for a little nut-kickin", said the Yankee.
So they square off, and the farmer rared back and kicked the SHIT out of the Yankee-I mean, raised him off the ground! After a few minutes of rolling on the ground, doubled up in agony, the Yankee regains his composure, gets back to his feet, and said, "Alright, old man, it's MY turn now!"
The farmer shakes his head, gets back on his tractor and said, "Ah hell, take your duck!"
Wag more, Bark less.