DG Hear
My Friend Kipper
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The Movie Theater
A farmer went to see a movie. The ticket agent looked up from the cash register and asked, “Sir, what’s that on your shoulder?”
The farmer replied, “Well, this here is my pet rooster, Clucky. Wherever I go Clucky goes.”
“I am sorry, sir,” the ticket agent said, “We can’t allow animals in the theater.”
The farmer went round the corner and stuffed Clucky down his pants. He returned to the booth, bought a ticket and entered the theater: He took a seat next to two old women. The movie started, and Clucky began to squirm. The farmer unzipped his pants so Clucky could stick his head out and watch the movie.
“I think the guy next to me is a pervert,” the first woman said.
“What makes you think so?” her friend whispered.
“He unzipped his pants and has his thing out,” the first woman said.
“Well, don’t worry about it. At our age we’ve seen them all.”
“I thought so too,” the first woman said, “but this one’s eating my popcorn.
A farmer went to see a movie. The ticket agent looked up from the cash register and asked, “Sir, what’s that on your shoulder?”
The farmer replied, “Well, this here is my pet rooster, Clucky. Wherever I go Clucky goes.”
“I am sorry, sir,” the ticket agent said, “We can’t allow animals in the theater.”
The farmer went round the corner and stuffed Clucky down his pants. He returned to the booth, bought a ticket and entered the theater: He took a seat next to two old women. The movie started, and Clucky began to squirm. The farmer unzipped his pants so Clucky could stick his head out and watch the movie.
“I think the guy next to me is a pervert,” the first woman said.
“What makes you think so?” her friend whispered.
“He unzipped his pants and has his thing out,” the first woman said.
“Well, don’t worry about it. At our age we’ve seen them all.”
“I thought so too,” the first woman said, “but this one’s eating my popcorn.