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Post by hearing_aide on Jun 4, 2002 14:17:06 GMT -5
A city boy, John, moved to the Ozarks and bought a donkey from an old farmer for $100. The farmer agreed to deliver the mule the next day. The next day, the farmer drove up and said, "Sorry, but I have some bad news, the donkey died." "Well, then, just give me my money back." "Can't do that. I went and spent it already." "OK, then, just unload the donkey." "What ya gonna do with him?" "I'm going to raffle him off." "You can't raffle off a dead donkey!" "Sure I can. Watch me. I just won't tell anybody he's dead." A month later the farmer met up with the city boy and asked, "Hey John, what happened with that dead donkey?" "I raffled him off. I sold five hundred tickets at two dollars a piece and made a profit of $898.00" "Didn't anyone complain?" "Just the guy who won. So I gave him his two dollars back." God, I love living in Arkansas.
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