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Makin money

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by okie, May 17, 2006.

  1. okie

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    Three boys are in the school yard bragging about their fathers. The first boy says, "My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a poem, they give him $50."

    The second boy says, "That's nothing. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a song, they give him $100."

    Little Johnny says, "I got you both beat. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a sermon, and it takes eight people to collect all the money!"
     
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    A hillbilly farmer from back in the hills walked twelve miles, one way, to the general store.

    "Heya, Wilbur," said Sam, the store owner. "tell me, are you and Myrtle still making fires up there by rubbing stones and flint together?"

    "You betcha, Sam. Ain't no 'tother way. Why?"

    "Got something to show you. Something to make fire. It's called a 'match'."

    "'Match'? Never heard of it."

    "Watch this. If you want a fire you just do this," Sam says, taking a match and striking it on his pants."

    "Huh. Well, that's something, but that ain't for me, Sam."

    "Well, why not?"

    "I can't be walking twelve miles every time I want a fire and borrow your pants."