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A farmer is sitting on the front porch of his house one hot summer day, when this kid comes walking down the road carrying a big bundle of wire.
“Hey kid!” the farmer says, “where ya goin’ with that wire?”
“Well,” the kid drawls, “this here ain’t just any ol’ wire, this here’s chicken wire. I’m fixin’ to catch me some chickens!”
“You can’t catch chickens with chicken wire!” says the farmer.
“Sure I can!” the kid says, and takes off down the road.
He comes back at the end of the day and sure enough, he’s got a whole mess of chickens caught in his chicken wire.
Well, the farmer’s sitting on his porch the next day, and the same kid
comes walking down the lane, carrying a big roll of tape.
“Hey kid!” the farmer yells, “where ya goin’ with that tape?”
“Well, this here ain’t just any ol’ tape,” says the kid, “this here’s duck tape. I’m fixin’ to catch me some ducks!”
“You can’t catch ducks with duck tape!” says the farmer.
“Sure I can!” the kid says, and takes off down the road.
He comes back at the end of the day and again, the farmer can’t believe his eyes. The kid has a whole bunch of ducks all wrapped up tightly in his tape.
The next day the farmer’s sitting on his porch again, and the kid comes walking down the road carrying a stick.
”Hey kid!” the farmer says, “where ya goin’ with that stick?”
“Well, this here ain’t just any old stick,” says the kid, “this here’s pussy willow.”
“Hang on,” says the farmer, “I’ll get my hat!”
Humor of the day
December 26, 1999
Dear Santa,
You must be surprised that I''m writing to you today, the 26th of December. Well I would very much like to clear up certain things that have occurred since the beginning of the month, when, filled with illusion, I wrote you my letter.
I asked for a bicycle, an electric train set, a pair of roller blades, and a football uniform. I destroyed my brain studying the whole year. Not only was I the first in my class, but I had the best grades in the whole school.
I''m not going to lie to you, there was no one in my entire neighborhood that behaved better than me, with my parents, my brothers, my friends, and with my neighbors. I would go on errands, and even help the elderly cross the street. There was virtually nothing within reach that I would not do for humanity.
What balls do you have leaving me a fucking yo-yo, a stupid whistle, and a pair of socks? What the fuck were you thinking you fat son of a bitch?!
That you have taken me for a sucker the whole fucking year to come out with some shit like this under the tree. As if you hadn''t fucked me enough, you gave that little faggot across the street so many toys that he can''t even walk into his house.
Don''t let me see you trying to fit your big ass down my chimney next year. I''ll fuck you up. I''ll throw rocks at those stupid reindeer and scare them away so you''ll have to walk back to the fucking North Pole, just like what I have to do now since you didn''t get me that fucking bike.
FUCK YOU SANTA. Next year you''ll find out how bad I can be, you FAT-SON-OF-A-BITCH!
Sincerely,
Little Johnny