Friday, January 27, 2006

Hunting with Dad

Skippy the Wonder Lizard sent me the following joke:


A father and his 12 year old son went hunting together for the first time. The father said "Stay here and be very QUIET, I'll be across the field."

A little while later, the father heard a blood curdling scream and ran back to his son. "What's wrong?" the father asked. "I told you to be quiet."


The boy, bless his heart, answered, "Dad, I was quiet when the snake slithered across my feet. I was quiet when the bear breathed down my neck. I didn't move a muscle when the skunk climbed over my shoulder. I closed my eyes and held my breath when the wasp stung me. I didn't cough when I swallowed the gnat. I didn't cuss or scratch when the poison oak started itching. But when the two squirrels crawled up my pant legs and one of them said, 'Should we eat them here or take them with us?' Well...I guess I just panicked."

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