MacAdder
11-15-09, 02:45 AM
Dead rooster
A city slicker was zooming through the country side in his reconditioned MG convertible. As he passes a farm he is mortified to run over a rooster.
Peeling it's sorry carcass off the road, he drives up to the farmhouse with the dead rooster. The farmers wife answers the door.
'Hello, ma'am,' the man says nervously, 'I'm afraid that I ran over your rooster and now he's dead. I'm so terribly sorry and i hope you will let me replace him.'
'Please yourself, mate,' she sighs. 'You'll find the hens waiting out the back.'
A city slicker was zooming through the country side in his reconditioned MG convertible. As he passes a farm he is mortified to run over a rooster.
Peeling it's sorry carcass off the road, he drives up to the farmhouse with the dead rooster. The farmers wife answers the door.
'Hello, ma'am,' the man says nervously, 'I'm afraid that I ran over your rooster and now he's dead. I'm so terribly sorry and i hope you will let me replace him.'
'Please yourself, mate,' she sighs. 'You'll find the hens waiting out the back.'