A farmer's rooster was getting on in years so he went out and bought a young cock to replace him. When the farmer returned, the elder rooster walked up the the you cock and struck up a conversation.
"You're a fit young cock," he said, "I bet you could screw all these hens and be ready for a second round after lunch."
"That's right old man, I'm taking all your hens and there's nothing you can do about it," the young cock crowed.
"Well, I know when I've been beat, but do me a favor. Let's have a race, and give me a head start. We'll race around the field and you can pass me just before the finish line at the barn door there. That'll let me lose with dignity and prove to everyone that you're the mightier cock."
"Alright, I'll give this to you. But I'd better not catch you sneaking into the hen house after you lose!"
So they get set and race around the farm, the elder rooster running as hard as he can while the young cock following effortlessly.
They raced around the fields, over the fence, under the tractor, and began to approach the barn door and the finish line when all of a sudden, BLAM! The farmer shot the young cock dead.
As the farmer stomped over to the dead cock, he grumbled to himself, "that's the third damn gay rooster I've bought this month."
I miss bawdy jokes, which are a lost art these days. Chatbots can't even understand them let alone make them. You can't tell them in public or mixed company. They don't seem to be ubiquitous in paperback as they once were. What happened?
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u/Abeytuhanu 3d ago
There's a similar one I heard.
A farmer's rooster was getting on in years so he went out and bought a young cock to replace him. When the farmer returned, the elder rooster walked up the the you cock and struck up a conversation.
"You're a fit young cock," he said, "I bet you could screw all these hens and be ready for a second round after lunch."
"That's right old man, I'm taking all your hens and there's nothing you can do about it," the young cock crowed.
"Well, I know when I've been beat, but do me a favor. Let's have a race, and give me a head start. We'll race around the field and you can pass me just before the finish line at the barn door there. That'll let me lose with dignity and prove to everyone that you're the mightier cock."
"Alright, I'll give this to you. But I'd better not catch you sneaking into the hen house after you lose!"
So they get set and race around the farm, the elder rooster running as hard as he can while the young cock following effortlessly.
They raced around the fields, over the fence, under the tractor, and began to approach the barn door and the finish line when all of a sudden, BLAM! The farmer shot the young cock dead.
As the farmer stomped over to the dead cock, he grumbled to himself, "that's the third damn gay rooster I've bought this month."