Post by epaul on Aug 20, 2017 15:38:01 GMT -5
On the back of envelope, courtesy of Greg:
Q: Why don't boxers have sex before a big match?
A: They don't like each other well enough.
And the letter ender (told slightly different than standard):
Sven was out walking when he noticed Ole out in the pasture carrying a small ladder up to an apple tree with his pig following happily behind. Sven watched as Ole placed the ladder against the apple tree, crawled up the ladder, picked an apple, crawled back down the ladder with the apple, and then fed the apple to his waiting pig. When pig was done, Ole returned to the ladder, crawled up and picked another apple and crawled back down with it again and fed that apple to his pig. And this went on, again and again, up and down the ladder and then over to the happily waiting pig with an apple. Over and over.
Finally, Sven couldn’t stand to watch any longer and he ran up to Ole shouting “Ole, you damn fool. Instead of crawling up and down that ladder over and over picking just a single apple each trip, why don’t you go up with a basket and pick a dozen apples on one trip. Think of all the time you would save?
“Oh, perhaps I’d save some time”, Ole said, “but, what’s time to a pig?”
Q: Why don't boxers have sex before a big match?
A: They don't like each other well enough.
And the letter ender (told slightly different than standard):
Sven was out walking when he noticed Ole out in the pasture carrying a small ladder up to an apple tree with his pig following happily behind. Sven watched as Ole placed the ladder against the apple tree, crawled up the ladder, picked an apple, crawled back down the ladder with the apple, and then fed the apple to his waiting pig. When pig was done, Ole returned to the ladder, crawled up and picked another apple and crawled back down with it again and fed that apple to his pig. And this went on, again and again, up and down the ladder and then over to the happily waiting pig with an apple. Over and over.
Finally, Sven couldn’t stand to watch any longer and he ran up to Ole shouting “Ole, you damn fool. Instead of crawling up and down that ladder over and over picking just a single apple each trip, why don’t you go up with a basket and pick a dozen apples on one trip. Think of all the time you would save?
“Oh, perhaps I’d save some time”, Ole said, “but, what’s time to a pig?”
