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The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.com )
Thu, 22 Jul 1999 18:09:48 +0100


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Hiya Loonies...

Here's why you should never get into an argument over a duck...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
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  ------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------


Duck Hunter
 
A duck hunter is out one day having no luck. He hunts the whole morning
and couldn't get a single kill.
 
On the way home he comes up to a farm house and flying over the barnyard
is a big flock of fat mallards.
 
Seeing his last chance for success, he takes aim at what looked like the
biggest duck in the flock and gave it both barrels. The duck fell from
the sky and landed in the middle of a barnyard.  
 
As the hunter nears the barnyard and the dead duck, he sees he's got
himself a beauty. But when he is a mere 20 paces from the duck, a farmer
steps out of the barn, picks up the duck and heads for the house.
 
"Hey!" said the hunter, "Come back with my duck!"
 
"Your duck?" says the farmer, "It was lying dead in my barnyard; it's MY
duck."
 
"No! No! You don't understand!" shouts the hunter. "I shot it and it
just happened to fall here. It's mine!"
 
"Okay, city fella. We'll settle this the country way," says the farmer.
 
"Country way? What's that?" says the hunter.
 
"We take turns hitting each other as hard as we can," says the farmer.
"Last man standing wins the duck... That is, unless you're yella."
 
"Of course I'm not yellow," says the hunter.
 
"Fine. Country way it is," says the farmer. "Since we're on my property,
I'll go first."
 
With that, the farmer takes a half step back, steadies himself, and
kicks the hunter square in the groin as hard as he can.
 
The hunter gasps, screams like an animal, falls on the ground, curls up
in a knot, turns 3 shades of purple, and nearly dies.
 
After a full half hour and with considerable difficulty, the hunter
straightens up, gasps again, and in a high strained voice says, "Now...
my...  turn!
 
The farmer's reply: "Nah, I give up. Here's your duck."


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