All of today’s “amusements” were sent to me by my father.
A gas station owner in Mississippi was trying to increase his sales. So he put up a sign that read, “Free Sex with Fill-Up.”
Soon a local redneck pulled in, filled his tank and asked for his free sex. The owner told him to pick a number from 1 to 10.
If he guessed correctly he would get his free sex. The redneck guessed 8, and the proprietor said, “You were close. The number was 7. Sorry. No sex this time.”
A week later, the same redneck, along with a buddy, Bubba, pulled in for another fill-up.
Again he asked for his free sex. The proprietor again asked him to guess the correct number. The redneck guessed 2 this time.
The proprietor said, “Sorry, it was 3. You were close, but no free sex this time.”
As they were driving away, the redneck said to his buddy, “I think that game is rigged and he doesn’t really give away free sex.”
Bubba replied, “No it ain’t rigged. My wife won twice last week.”
A husband and wife are shopping in their local supermarket. The husband picks up a case of Budweiser and puts it in their cart.
“What do you think you’re doing?” asks the wife.
“They’re on sale, only $10 for 24 cans,” he replies.
“Put them back, we can’t afford them,” demands the wife.
They carry on shopping.
A few aisles farther on, the woman picks up a $20 jar of face cream and puts it in the basket.
“What do you think you’re doing?” asks the husband.
“It’s my face cream. It makes me look beautiful,” replies the wife.
Her husband retorts: “So does 24 cans of Budweiser and it’s half the price.”
Shortly thereafter there was an announcement over the loud speaker – “Man down in aisle six!”
A young, well-educated man on his first business trip gets on a plane to find himself seated next to an older, weathered man in a western snap shirt, faded jeans and a cowboy hat. Thinking himself above the old cowboy, the young man decides to make sport of him.
“You know,” he says, “I’ve heard these flights go much more quickly if you strike up a conversation with a fellow passenger. So, let’s talk.”
The cowboy looks at him and says, “Well I s’pose that’d be all right. What’d ya like to discuss?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” says the young man with a hint of sarcasm. “How about nuclear proliferation?”
“Hmm,” says the cowboy, sensing the young man’s attempt to belittle him. “That could be an interesting topic. But, let me ask you a question first: horses, cows, and deer all eat the same stuff— grass. Yet, a deer passes little pellets, a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse makes muffins of dried poop. Why do you suppose that is?”
Dumbfounded, the young man replies, “I haven’t the slightest idea.”
“So tell me then,” says the cowboy with a knowing smile, “How is it that you feel qualified to discuss geopolitics when you don’t know shit?”