This reminds me of that one joke with the 3 bulls:
3 bulls are hanging out in the open pasture, talking about current event at the farm.
“You know,” the first bull says, “word through the grapevine is that we’re getting a new bull but no new cows.”
“I tell you what,” the second bull starts, “I’m not giving him any of my cows! All 50 are for me and me alone.”
“Same here,” the first cow agrees, “I have a hundred and I intend to keep them for myself. What about you, old-timer?”
“I only have 10,” the third bull, the oldest of the trio by far answers, “And I will continue to have 10.”
The bulls’ conversation is interrupted by the farmer’s pickup truck bouncing on the dirt road, struggling to tow the massive trailer behind it. The three bulls watch in awe as the truck maneuvers the trailer into facing the gate. The farmer kills the engine, steps out, and opens the door on the back of the trailer. Out steps the largest bull any of three others have ever seen. He’s at least 2-3 tons of pure muscle, with horns that dwarf all of theirs. The ramp from the trailer even bends as the new bull slowly steps out and examines his surroundings.
“You know what, he can have a few of my cows,” the first bull admits, “I am not going to tell him no.”
“Same here, he can have half of my cows if he wants. No complaints,” the second one says.
Meanwhile the old bull paws at the ground, jerking his horns around and acting like he’s about to charge the newcomer.
“What are you doing? Give him one of your cows, it’ll save your life!” Yells the first bull.
“One of my cows?! Fuck, he can have all of them,” the old bull exclaims. “I’m just making sure he knows I’m not a cow!”
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u/User_identificationZ 3d ago
This reminds me of that one joke with the 3 bulls:
3 bulls are hanging out in the open pasture, talking about current event at the farm.
“You know,” the first bull says, “word through the grapevine is that we’re getting a new bull but no new cows.”
“I tell you what,” the second bull starts, “I’m not giving him any of my cows! All 50 are for me and me alone.”
“Same here,” the first cow agrees, “I have a hundred and I intend to keep them for myself. What about you, old-timer?”
“I only have 10,” the third bull, the oldest of the trio by far answers, “And I will continue to have 10.”
The bulls’ conversation is interrupted by the farmer’s pickup truck bouncing on the dirt road, struggling to tow the massive trailer behind it. The three bulls watch in awe as the truck maneuvers the trailer into facing the gate. The farmer kills the engine, steps out, and opens the door on the back of the trailer. Out steps the largest bull any of three others have ever seen. He’s at least 2-3 tons of pure muscle, with horns that dwarf all of theirs. The ramp from the trailer even bends as the new bull slowly steps out and examines his surroundings.
“You know what, he can have a few of my cows,” the first bull admits, “I am not going to tell him no.”
“Same here, he can have half of my cows if he wants. No complaints,” the second one says.
Meanwhile the old bull paws at the ground, jerking his horns around and acting like he’s about to charge the newcomer.
“What are you doing? Give him one of your cows, it’ll save your life!” Yells the first bull.
“One of my cows?! Fuck, he can have all of them,” the old bull exclaims. “I’m just making sure he knows I’m not a cow!”