Crimson_Pirate
02-08-2006, 05:15
An old farmer went to town to see a movie. The ticket agent asked, "Sir, what's that on your shoulder?"
The old farmer said, "That's my pet rooster, Clucky. Wherever I go, he goes."
"I'm sorry," said the cashier. "We can't allow animals in the theatre."
The farmer went around the corner and stuffed the rooster down his trousers. Then he returned to the cashier, bought a ticket, entered the theatre and sat down next to two old widows, Mildred and Marge.
The movie started, and Clucky began to squirm. The farmer unzipped his trousers so the rooster could stick his head out and watch the movie.
"Marge," whispered Mildred.
"What?" said Marge, engrossed in the movie.
"I think the guy next to me is a pervert."
"Why?" asked Marge.
"He unzipped his trousers and he has his thing out."
"Well, don't worry about it," said Marge, still watching the screen. "At our age we've seen 'em all."
"I thought so, too," said Mildred. "But this one's eating my popcorn."
The old farmer said, "That's my pet rooster, Clucky. Wherever I go, he goes."
"I'm sorry," said the cashier. "We can't allow animals in the theatre."
The farmer went around the corner and stuffed the rooster down his trousers. Then he returned to the cashier, bought a ticket, entered the theatre and sat down next to two old widows, Mildred and Marge.
The movie started, and Clucky began to squirm. The farmer unzipped his trousers so the rooster could stick his head out and watch the movie.
"Marge," whispered Mildred.
"What?" said Marge, engrossed in the movie.
"I think the guy next to me is a pervert."
"Why?" asked Marge.
"He unzipped his trousers and he has his thing out."
"Well, don't worry about it," said Marge, still watching the screen. "At our age we've seen 'em all."
"I thought so, too," said Mildred. "But this one's eating my popcorn."