Friends.....

On the farm, there 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.

Arriving at the farm, the chicken searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail, for the farmer had gone to town with the only tractor.

Running around the chicken spied the farmers new Harley. Finding the keys in the ignition, the chicken sped off with a length of rope hoping he still had time to save his friends life.

Back at the bog, the horse was surprised, but happy to see the chicken arrive on the shiny new Harley, and he managed to get ahold of the loop of rope the chicken tossed to him.

After tying the other end to the rear bumper of the farmer's Harley, the chicken then drove slowly forward, and with the aide of the powerful bike, rescued the horse.

Happy and proud, the chicken rode the Harley 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!

A few weeks later, the chicken fell into the same mud pit, and soon, he too began to sink and cried out for horse to save his life.

The horse thought for a minute, walked over, and straddled the large puddle.

Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his "hangy-down thingy" and he would lift him out of the pit. The chicken got a good grip, and the horse pulled him out, saving his life.


What's the moral of this story, you ask?

"WHEN YOU'RE HUNG LIKE A HORSE, YOU DON'T NEED A HARLEY TO PICK UP CHICKS!!!"





****I hope no one is offended by this, just thought it was a great joke****


Peace to ya!

Duey

I am no horse nor do I have a Harley. But that is a GREAT joke!

I usually just tell the ladies "I'm absolutely charming and a prince of a guy!" Works all the time!:rolleyes:

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Fred walks into his house with a sheep tucked under his arm. He carries it upstairs and into the bedroom where his wife is in bed, reading a magazine. "Honey," says Fred, "This is the pig I've been "seeing" when you're not available." "Fred," the wife says, "That's not a pig. That's a sheep." "Shut up," says Fred. "I wasn't talking to you."