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Subject: 
A farmer
went out one day and bought a brand new stud rooster for his chicken coop. The
new rooster struts over to the old rooster and says, "OK, old fart, time
for you to retire."
The old
rooster replies, "Come on, surely you cannot handle ALL of these chickens.
Look what it has done to me. Can't you just let me have the two old hens over
in the corner?"
The young
rooster says, "Beat it: You are washed up and I am taking over."
The old
rooster says, "I tell you what, young stud. I will race you around the
farmhouse. Whoever wins gets the exclusive domain over the entire chicken
coop."
The young
rooster laughs. "You know you don't stand a chance, old man. So, just to
be fair, I will give you a head start."
The old
rooster takes off running. About 15 seconds later the young rooster takes off
running after him. They round the front porch of the farmhouse and the young
rooster has closed the gap.
He is only
about 5 feet behind the old rooster and gaining fast. The farmer, meanwhile, is sitting
Moral of this story? Don't mess with us OLD FARTS - Age, skill and
treachery will always
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in his
usual spot on the front porch when he sees the roosters running by. He grabs
his shotgun and - BOOM - he blows the young rooster to bits. The farmer sadly
shakes his head and says, "Darn.....third gay rooster I bought this
month."