THE DUCK
One day a convenience store worker was sitting not doing
much. At 2 o'clock the doors swing open and a duck walks in. "Do you have any duck food?" the duck asks.
"No we don't got any duck food."
"Okay, thanks anyway", says the duck, and walks out.
The next day at 2 o'clock the doors swing open again, and the same duck walks in. "Got any duck food?" he asks.
The clerk is a little annoyed "No! We don't have any duck food!"
"Fine." the duck says and walks out.
The third day at 2 o'clock the doors swing open and the duck walks in and asks "Got any duck food?"
By now the clerk is getting very annoyed: "No" he yells "We don't have any duck food! We didn't have any yesterday, won't have any today and we won't have any tomorrow! And if you come in here again and ask if we have any duck food I'll nail your little web feet to the floor!!!!"
All the duck does is turn and walk out the door.
On the forth day at 2 o'clock the doors swing open and the duck walks in: "Got any nails?" the duck asks.
"No we don't got nails."
"Well then," the duck says "got any duck food?"
THE GAME WARDEN
A game warden came upon a duck hunter who had bagged 3 ducks
and decided to "enforce the laws pending." He stopped the hunter, flashed his badge and said, "Looks like you've had a pretty good day. Mind if I inspect your kill?"
The hunter shrugged and handed the ducks to the warden. The
warden took one of the ducks, inserted his finger into the duck's butt, pulled it out, sniffed it, and said, "This here's a Washington state duck. Do you have a Washington state hunting license?"
The hunter pulled out his wallet and calmly showed the
warden a Washington state hunting license. The warden took a second duck, inserted his finger in the bird's butt, pulled it out, sniffed it, and said, "This here's an Idaho duck. Do you have an Idaho state hunting license?"
The hunter, a bit put out, produced an Idaho state hunting
license. The warden took a third duck, conducted the same
finger test, and said, "This here's an Oregon state duck. Do you have an Oregon state hunting license?"
Once again, only this time more aggravated, the hunter
produced the appropriate license. The warden, a little miffed at having struck out, handed the ducks back to the
hunter and said, "You've got all of these licenses, just where the hell are you from?"
The hunter dropped his pants, bent over, and said, "You're so smart, YOU tell ME!"
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