(Found this in the e-mail box. It's perfect.)
John was in the egg business. He had several hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten roosters to fertilize them. He kept records, and any rooster not performing went into the soup pot and was replaced.
This took a lot of time, so he bought some tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone, so he could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now, he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by just listening to the bells.
John's favorite rooster, Obama, was a very fine specimen, but this morning he noticed Obama's bell hadn't rung at all! When he went to investigate, he saw the other roosters were busy chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.
To John's amazement, Obama had thought of a way to do it without work, he had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one.
John was so proud of Obama, he entered him in the Chicago County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.
The result was the judges not only awarded Obama the No Bell Piece Prize but they also awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well.
Clearly Obama was a politician. Who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and screwing them when they weren't paying attention.
Vote carefully in 2012, the bells are not always audible.
6 comments:
This story rings true.
Hehehe. I giggled like a loon and decided Gracie should have named psycho rooster Obama as well. He was sneaky, posessive, and changed his mind regularly.
yup, Must of been hiding with the Bushes. Who else can lie to America about WMD, start a war, sending thousands of kids to death, make untold millions of dollars disappear, AND STILL not get impeached??? Both Bushes screwed you, and you are not even smart enough to figure it out.. Yup, seems about right...
Hey anonymous, Got any cojones hiding down there in your pants? I can't stand a chicken shit poster who won't even use a made up name. Go back under you left leaning rock!
Y'all never mind this anonymous pissant. He's just another metrosexual from San Fran who fantasizes about performing fellatio on the Kenyan imposter.
I'll end up deleting him in a few days.
--AOA
Good one... sigh.
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