City Slicker

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This guy decides to leave the city and become a farmer, so he sold all his possesions and bought a farm.

Upon arriving he thought he would need a few animals, so on foot he takes out walking and comes upon a sign that says chickens for sale, so he goes and talks to the farmer. “Well, son, around here, we call them pullets.”
So he says, “Give me one.”

He goes on until he sees a sign that says roosters for sale, same conversation with farmer, with the farmer explaining, “We call them cocks around here,” so he takes one.

Going on down the road he sees a sign that says donkey for sale, and farmer explaining, “We call them asses around here,” so being tired he said, “I’ll take it.”

The farmer says, “Only one fault to him; he will take and stop in the middle of wherever you are going, and you will have to raise its tail and tickle it.” So he loads on the donkey, cock under one arm and pullet under the other

Right in the middle of the old dusty road the ass stops on him. A man passing by said, “Sir, may I help you?”

“Yeah,” he said, “would you hold my cock and pullet, while I tickle my ass?”

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  • City Slicker

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    A city slicker moves to the country and decides he’s going to raise chickens. He heads to the local co-op and tells the man, “Give me 100 baby chickens.” The co-op man complies.

    A week later, the man returns and says, “Give me 200 baby chickens.” The co-op man complies.

    Again, a week later, the man returns. This time he says, “Give me 500 baby chickens.”

    “Wow!” the co-op man replies. “You must really be doing well!”

    “Naw,” said the man with a sigh. “I’m either planting them too deep or too far apart!”