SOMETHINGS YOU CAN'T EXPLAIN

Something you just can't explain

A farmer is sitting in the neighborhood bar getting soused. A man comes in and asks the farmer, "Hey, why are you sitting here on this beautiful day getting drunk?"
Farmer: Some things you just can't explain.
Man: So what happened that's so horrible?
Farmer: Well, today I was sitting by my cow milking her. Just as I got the bucket about full, she took her left leg and kicked over the bucket.
Man: Ok, but that's not so bad.
Farmer: Some things you just can't explain.
Man: So what happened then?
Farmer: I took her left leg and tied it to the post on the left.
Man: and then?
Farmer: Well, I sat back down and continued to milk her. Just as I got the bucket about full, she took her right leg and kicked over the bucket.
Man: Again?
Farmer: Some things you just can't explain.
Man: So, what did you do then?
Farmer: I took her right leg this time and tied it to the post on the right.
Man: and then?
Farmer: Well, I sat back down and began milking her again. Just as got the bucket about full, the stupid cow knocked over the bucket with her tail.
Man: Hmmm...
Farmer: Some things you just can't explain.
Man: So, what did you do?
Farmer: Well, I didn't have any more rope, so I took off my belt and tied her tail to the rafter. In that moment, my pants fell down and my wife walked in.....



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Have a nice time....

Comments

  1. Pamela Goodwin-Daniels5:41 AM

    Now THAT was funny!! I liked that it left things to the imagination, of the reader, you know? By the way, I LOVE to comment. I swooped by the last time and didn't take time to read everything. Let me say, I am a bit on the off-side of society, meaning functionally mad? Slightly insane? Moderatly unwell mentally?
    Whatever you'd label it as. So, you may not wish for ME to comment (often) on your blogs. However, I would find it a privilege to do so.
    Thank you, for the invite, (if that is what it was)? hehe.
    Pamela

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