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so, two rednecks are walking in the woods when one trips and hits his head. if he's breathing the other can't tell, and he doesn't know how to read a pulse, but fearing his friend may still be alive and eaten by bears if he leaves him there, the ununconscious (or ununununconscious if you will) carries his friend back to their hunting shack.
while there, he calls a hospital for an ambulance, and maybe to find out if his friend's dead or not.
Operator:Hello
Redneck: Hey, my friend's hit his head and I can't tell if he's dead or not. He's like a possum on the highway.
Operator: Well, is he breathing? Can you read his pulse?
Redneck: No, I can't tell.
Operator: Okay, before the paramedics are there, I want you just to make sure he's dead.
Redneck: Ummm... Make sure he's dead?
Operator: Yes, make sure he's dead.
Redneck: Well, alright.
On the operator's receiver she hears footsteps, a sigh, and then the blast of a rifle.
*This is just a joke I heard. For any redneck enthusiasts, this was not meant in any mean or deflammatory way. Hell, if you got a good yankee or northerner joke, I'd like to hear it. But if you're angry, deal with it like any normal human being and post something anonymously bad-mouthing my reckless use of the free-media.
By the way, Japan's starting to get cool, and I'm gonna try to go to Tokyo, in about, say, five minutes. Alright, here's to a two hour train ride there, and two hours back, and being in by midnight.
P.S. Karaoke is weird, but fun. And I've a funny story to send, which I'll do on monday or tuesday, so no one will get it for a while.
while there, he calls a hospital for an ambulance, and maybe to find out if his friend's dead or not.
Operator:Hello
Redneck: Hey, my friend's hit his head and I can't tell if he's dead or not. He's like a possum on the highway.
Operator: Well, is he breathing? Can you read his pulse?
Redneck: No, I can't tell.
Operator: Okay, before the paramedics are there, I want you just to make sure he's dead.
Redneck: Ummm... Make sure he's dead?
Operator: Yes, make sure he's dead.
Redneck: Well, alright.
On the operator's receiver she hears footsteps, a sigh, and then the blast of a rifle.
*This is just a joke I heard. For any redneck enthusiasts, this was not meant in any mean or deflammatory way. Hell, if you got a good yankee or northerner joke, I'd like to hear it. But if you're angry, deal with it like any normal human being and post something anonymously bad-mouthing my reckless use of the free-media.
By the way, Japan's starting to get cool, and I'm gonna try to go to Tokyo, in about, say, five minutes. Alright, here's to a two hour train ride there, and two hours back, and being in by midnight.
P.S. Karaoke is weird, but fun. And I've a funny story to send, which I'll do on monday or tuesday, so no one will get it for a while.