Junkman
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A young jackaroo from outback Queensland goes off to
university, but halfway through the semester he foolishly
has squandered all of his money.
He calls home. "Dad," he says, "you won't believe
what modern education is developing. They actually
have a program here in Brisbane that will teach our dog
Ol' Blue how to talk."
"That's amazing!" his Dad says. "How do I get Ol' Blue
in that program?"
"Just send him down here with $2,000," the young
jackaroo says, "I'll get him in the course."
So ... his father sends the dog and $2,000.
About two-thirds through the semester, the money again
runs out. The boy calls home. "So how's Ol' Blue
doing, son?" his father wants to know.
"Awesome! Dad, he's talking up a storm. But you just
won't believe this. They've had such good results
with talking, they've begun to teach the animals how
to read."
"Read?!" exclaims his father. "No kidding! How do we
get Ol' Blue in that program?"
"Just send $4,500. I'll get him in the class."
The money promptly arrives. But our hero has a
problem. At the end of the year, his father will find
out the dog can neither talk nor read. So he shoots
the dog. When he arrives home at the end of the year,
his father is all excited.
"Where's Ol' Blue? I just can't wait to talk with
him, and see him read something!"
"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news.
Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home,
Ol' Blue was in the living room, kicked back in the
recliner, reading the Wall Street Journal. Then he
suddenly turned to me and asked, 'So, is your daddy
still messing around with that little redhead barmaid
at the pub?'"
The father groans and whispers, "I hope you shot that
bastard before he talks to your Mother!"
"I sure did, Dad!"
"That's my boy!"
The kid went on to be a successful lawyer.
university, but halfway through the semester he foolishly
has squandered all of his money.
He calls home. "Dad," he says, "you won't believe
what modern education is developing. They actually
have a program here in Brisbane that will teach our dog
Ol' Blue how to talk."
"That's amazing!" his Dad says. "How do I get Ol' Blue
in that program?"
"Just send him down here with $2,000," the young
jackaroo says, "I'll get him in the course."
So ... his father sends the dog and $2,000.
About two-thirds through the semester, the money again
runs out. The boy calls home. "So how's Ol' Blue
doing, son?" his father wants to know.
"Awesome! Dad, he's talking up a storm. But you just
won't believe this. They've had such good results
with talking, they've begun to teach the animals how
to read."
"Read?!" exclaims his father. "No kidding! How do we
get Ol' Blue in that program?"
"Just send $4,500. I'll get him in the class."
The money promptly arrives. But our hero has a
problem. At the end of the year, his father will find
out the dog can neither talk nor read. So he shoots
the dog. When he arrives home at the end of the year,
his father is all excited.
"Where's Ol' Blue? I just can't wait to talk with
him, and see him read something!"
"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news.
Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home,
Ol' Blue was in the living room, kicked back in the
recliner, reading the Wall Street Journal. Then he
suddenly turned to me and asked, 'So, is your daddy
still messing around with that little redhead barmaid
at the pub?'"
The father groans and whispers, "I hope you shot that
bastard before he talks to your Mother!"
"I sure did, Dad!"
"That's my boy!"
The kid went on to be a successful lawyer.
