Fuzzy Flounder Fishin'
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: On the express train to management training in hell.
Two Wisconsin farmers, Jim and Bob, are sitting at their favorite bar, drinking beer.
Jim turns to Bob and says, "You know, I'm tired of going through life without an education.
Tomorrow I think I'll go to the community college, and sign up for some classes."
Bob thinks it's a good idea, and the two leave.
The next day, Jim goes down to the college and meets dean of Admissions, who signs
him up for the four basic classes: Math, English, history, and Logic.
"Logic?" Jim says. "What's that?"
The dean says, "I'll give you an example. Do you own a weed eater?"
"Yeah." "Then logically speaking, because you own a weed eater, I think
that you would have a yard."
"That's true, I do have a yard."
"I'm not done," the dean says. "Because you have a yard,
I think logically that you would have a house."
"Yes, I do have a house."
" And because you have a house, I think that you might logically have a family."
"Yes, I have a family."
"I'm not done yet. Because you have a family, then logically you must have a wife.
And because you have a wife, then logic tells me you must be a heterosexual."
"I am a heterosexual. That's amazing, you were able to find out all of
that because I have a weed eater."
Excited to take the class now, Jim shakes the Dean's hand and leaves to go
meet Bob at the bar.
He tells Bob about his classes, how he is signed up for Math, English, History, and Logic.
"Logic?" Bob says, "What's that?"
Jim says, "I'll give you an example. Do you have a weed eater?"
"Then you're a queer."
That's directed at you, UHHHbama