Amazing Pig

A reporter hears about an amazing pig and goes out to the farm in northwich to get the story. He finds the farmer near the barn and asks him if the rumors about his pig are true.

“Yep,” says the farmer. “I got a pig that started squealing real loud
when the house was on fire. He woke us all up and so we all got to
safety. Otherwise we might have been killed. That’s some pig.”

“And didn’t the pig save your boy from drowning?” asked the reporter.

“Yep, he raced right into the pond and pulled my little boy out by his shirt collar. Saved his life,” the farmer says, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Wow, I’d like to see this pig,” the reporter says.

“Well, come on over here.”

The farmer leads the reporter over to a nearby pen. There in the mud the reporter sees a pig with a wooden leg.

“Why does he have a wooden leg?”

The farmer replies, “Well, you don’t eat a pig like that all at fucking once.

Degree in Agriculture

A farmer was sitting on his porch one day when a young man drives in and comes to the door.

“Sir, I was driving by and noticed you had a lot of milkweed in your pasture. Would you mind if I went out and got some milk?”

“You don’t get milk from milkweed!” the farmer replied.

“Oh yes” said the young man “I have a degree in Agriculture from Texas A&M, I know all about it”.

“Well, help yourself” said the farmer.

He soon saw the young man coming back to his car with two buckets full of milk.

The next day the farmer was again sitting on his porch when the same young man drove up. “Sir, yesterday when I was getting milk, I noticed you had some honeysuckle vine on the fence row. I wondered if you would mind if I got some honey?”

“You don’t get honey from honeysuckle!” said the farmer.

Again, the young man explained about his degree from A&M, so the farmer agreed to let him collect some honey. Soon the young man came back to his car with two buckets full of honey.

The next day the same young man drove up to the farmer’s house. “Sir, yesterday when I was getting the honey, I noticed you had some pussy willow trees down by the creek”.

The farmer said “Let me get my shoes and I’ll go with you!

Farmer Brown

Farmer Brown decided his injuries from the accident were serious enough to take the trucking company (responsible for the accident) to court. In court, the trucking company’s fancy lawyer was questioning Farmer Brown. “Didn’t you say, at the scene of the accident, ‘I’m fine’?” asked the lawyer.

Farmer Brown responded, “Well I’ll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favorite mule Bessie into the . . . ”

“I didn’t ask for any details,” the lawyer interrupted, “just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, ‘I’m fine’!”

Farmer Brown said, “Well I had just gotten Bessie into the trailer and I was driving down the road . . . ”

The lawyer interrupted again and said, “Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now several weeks after the accident he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question.”

By this time the Judge was fairly interested in Farmer Brown’s answer and said to the lawyer, “I’d like to hear what he has to say about his favorite mule Bessie.”

Brown thanked the Judge and proceeded, “Well as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into the trailer and was driving her down the highway when this huge semi-truck and trailer ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in the side.”

He continued, “I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurting real bad and didn’t want to move. However, I could hear ole Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape just by her groans.”

“Shortly after the accident a highway patrolman came on the scene. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over to her. After he looked at her, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes. Then the patrolman came across the road with his gun in his hand and looked at me.”

Finally, farmer Brown came to the end of the story. “The patrolman looked at me and said, ‘Your mule was in such bad shape I had to shoot her. How are YOU feeling’?

I Can Guess How Many

Once upon a time there was a shepherd looking after his sheep on the side of a deserted road. Suddenly a brand new Porsche screeches to a halt. The driver, a man dressed in an Armani suit, Cerutti shoes, Ray-Ban sunglasses, TAG-Heuer wrist watch, and a Pierre Cardin tie gets out and asks the shepherd, “If I can tell you how many sheep you have, will you give me one of them?”

The shepherd looks at the young man, then looks at the large flock of grazing sheep and replies, “Okay.”

The young man parks the car, connects his laptop to the mobile-fax, enters a NASA Website, scans the ground using his GPS, opens a database and 60 Excel tables filled with algorithms and pivot
tables. He then prints out a 150-page report on his high-tech mini-printer, turns to the shepherd and says, ‘’You have exactly 1,586 sheep.”

The shepherd cheers, “That’s correct, you can have your choicest sheep from the herd.”

The young man takes one of the animals which he likes most and cute from the flock and puts it in the back of his Porsche. The shepherd looks at him and asks, “If I guess your profession, will you return my animal to me?”

The young man laughed and answers, “Yes, why not?”

The shepherd says, “You are an auditor.”

“How did you know?” asks the young man.

“Very simple,” answers the shepherd.

“First, you came here without being wanted. Secondly, you charged me a fee to tell me something I already knew. Thirdly, you don’t understand anything about my business… now can I have my DOG back?”