The Farrell Twins
Darryll and Darren were identical twin boys who lived in a fishing village off the coast of Maine.
Darryll Farrell was married and Darren Farrell was single. Together they both owned a small, dilapidated boat. It happened that the same day Darryll’s wife died, Darren’s boat sank. Such is the karma of twins. A kind old lady met Darren on the street and mistaking him for his brother Darryll, said: “Oh, Mr. Farrell, I’m sorry to hear of your great loss. You must feel terrible.”
Darren said: “Well, I’m really not sorry at all. She was rotten from the start. Her bottom was all chewed up and she smelled of old fish from the first time I got on her. She made water faster than anything I’ve ever seen. She had a bad hole in the front and a big crack in the back. The hole kept getting bigger every time I used her. It got so I couldn’t handle her at all. When anyone else used her, she leaked all over the place. What finished her though, was four guys from the other side of town came over looking for a good time. They asked if they could use her. I rented her to them, but warned them that she wasn’t too hot. They still insisted that they would like to give her a try. The result was that the crazy fools all tried to get into her at once. Well, the strain was too much for her and she cracked right down the middle.”