Little Billy and Lucy are only 12 years old, But they know they are in love One day they decide that they want to get married. Billy goes to Lucy’s father to ask him for her hand:
Billy bravely walks up to him and says.
“Mr. Smith, me and Lucy are in love. I want to ask you for her hand in marriage.”
Thinking that this was just the cutest thing. Mr. Smith replies….
“Well Billy, you’re only 12. Where will you two live?”
Without even taking a moment to think about it, Billy replies….
“In Lucy’s room. It’s bigger than mine. We can both fit there nicely.”
Still thinking this is just adorable. Mr. Smith says with a huge grin….
“Okay, then how will you live? You’re not old enough to get a job. You’ll need to support Lucy.”
Again, Billy instantly replies….
“Our pocket money, Lucy gets five dollars a week and I get 8 dollars’ that’s about 52 dollars a month.
So that should do us just fine.”
Mr. Smith is impressed Billy has put so much thought into this….
“Well Billy, It seems like you have everything worked out. I just have one more question. What will you do if the two of you should have Little children of your own?”
Billy just shrugs his shoulders and says….
“Well, we’ve been lucky so far.”
Mr. Smith no longer thinks Billy is so adorable….
--A Fellow Walks Into A Bar--
A fellow walks into a bar very down on himself.
As he walks up to the bar the bartender asks,
“what’s the matter?”
The fellow replies,
“well I’ve got these two horses (sniff, sniff), and well… I can’t tell them apart.
I don’t know if I’m mixing up riding times or even feeding them the right foods.”
The bartender, feeling sorry for the guy, tries to think of something he can do.
“Why don’t you try shaving the tail of one of the horses?”
The man stops crying and says,
“that sounds like a good idea, I think I’ll try it.”
A few months later he comes back to the bar in worse condition than he was before.
“What’s the matter now?” the bartender asks.
The fellow, in no condition to be in public, answers,
“I shaved the tail of one of the horses (sob, sob), but it grew back and I can’t tell them apart again!”
The bartender, now just wanting him to shut up or leave says,
“why don’t you try shaving the mane, maybe that will not grow back.”
The fellow stops crying, has a few drinks, and leaves.
A few months later the fellow is back in the bar.
The bartender has never seen anybody in this sorry of a state.
Without the bartender even asking the fellow breaks into his problems.
“I.. I shaved the (sob) mane of one of the (sniff) horses, and… it… it… grew back!”
The bartender, now furious at the guy’s general stupidity, yells,
“for crying out loud, just measure the stupid horses. Perhaps one is slightly taller than the other one!”
The fellow cannot believe what the bartender has said and storms out of the bar.
The next day the fellow comes running back into the bar as if he had just won the lottery.
“It worked, it worked!” he exclaims.
“I measured the horses and the black one is two inches taller than the white one!”
