On the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of whom loved to play together. One day, the two were playing when the horse fell into a bog and began to sink. Scared for his life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to go get the farmer for help.
Off the chicken ran, back to the farm. He searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail, because the farmer had gone to town with the only tractor. Suddenly the chicken spied the farmer’s new Z-3 series BMW. Finding the keys inside, he sped off with a length of rope, hoping he still had time to save his friend’s life.
Back at the bog, the horse was surprised, but happy, to see the chicken arrive in the shiny BMW, and he managed to get a hold of the loop of rope the chicken tossed to him. After tying the other end to the rear bumper of the farmer’s car, the chicken drove slowly forward and, with the aid of the powerful car, rescued the horse.
Happy and proud, the chicken drove the BMW back to the farmhouse, and the farmer was none the wiser when he returned.
The friendship between the two animals was cemented: best buddies, best pals. But a few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mud pit, and soon, he too, began to sink and cried out to the horse to save his life.
The horse thought a moment, walked over, and straddled the large puddle. Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his cock and he would then lift him out of the pit. The chicken got a good grip, and the horse pulled him up and out, saving his life.
The moral of the story?
When you’re hung like a horse, you don’t need a BMW to pick up chicks
“Future historians will be able to study at the Jimmy Carter Library, the Gerald Ford Library, the Ronald Reagan Library, and the Bill Clinton Adult Bookstore.” – George Carlin
Happy 65th Birthday, George…
