Wrecked them hell, it killed them both

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Little Johny giving oral report describing recent observations on field trip ....

I was watching this Grey rabbit hopping around all peaceful and about that time a small beagle started chasing the rabbit. The chase led them up the hill, Around the side of a steep bank and then down to a little stream that the rabbit and the beagle jumped with ease.

The chase was headed for a brushy area on the next hill. About time the rabbit started to enter the brush , a huge bear stood up and the little rabbit stopped suddenly . The beagle was going so fast it ran right up the little rabbits asshole.

The horrified teacher leans over and whispers to Johny "Rectum Johny not asshole Rectum"

Little Johny exclaims Rectum hell it killed them both.

Be very careful the dreams you chase . Be wary of those you follow . Make sure the one you follow is headed in the direction you want to see yourself headed in.

Little note : Those that follow the big dawgs still smell dog butt. Lead the air quality is much better
#hell #killed #wrecked
  • Profile picture of the author Tony Vercetti
    Ok I had to reread this a couple of times, but I finally got the point. Was a funny thing to read though.
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  • Profile picture of the author SteveJohnson
    The old rooster had been King of the Coop for quite a while, knew the ins and outs of running a bunch of hens, knew how to keep them safe and producing.

    For the third time in as many weeks, a new rooster showed up.

    "Hey, old man," the new rooster says, "farmer Joe tells me that I got two weeks to learn the ropes from you, then I'll be replacing you. You're out to pasture. Time for some new blood."

    "But I think," the new rooster continued, "that we'll just not worry about the two weeks. I know how to run a henhouse. You're outta here. NOW."

    The old rooster looked at him, and shook his head sadly. "Will they never learn?" he thought to himself.

    The old rooster said, "OK, son, tell you what. You wanna boot me out just like that, I ain't gonna like it one bit, and I ain't gonna take it lyin' down. I'm going to give you a bunch of trouble, and you shore ain't needin' none o'that."

    "Here's what I'll do," the old rooster said. "You see that pole up yonder in the pasture? You see the farmhouse down there? We'll just have us a race. First one around the pole, down around the farmhouse, and back here wins. If I win, you'll keep yer mouth shut for the next 2 weeks and learn what I got to teach you, then I'll take me a couple a hens and fade off down to the next barn. If YOU win, I'll just leave."

    The new rooster laughed so hard he fell down.

    "Ok, old man, that's what we'll do. I'm so much faster and younger than you I'll be sittin' down eatin' dinner by the time you're through."

    "You reckon you're twice as fast as me?"

    "I am MORE than twice as fast as you!"

    "You don't mind givin' me a head start then, do ya?"

    "Naw, old man, you git up around that pole up there, and I'll start from here. I'll still whup ya!"

    "Son, are you sure you wanna do this? I mean, it's only two weeks, you'll learn a lot, you won't have to work very hard."

    "Just git on up to that pole, old man."

    So after the old rooster made his way to the pole, the race started. The new rooster was, indeed, very fast. Just as they were rounding the corner of the farmhouse, headed into the home stretch, he began to tease the old man.

    "Hey, old man, I'm'a gonna getcha!! You better whatchyer ass, cuz here I come!" He couldn't have laughed louder if he'd tried.

    The old rooster rounded the corner of the house and took off across the front yard. As he did, he tucked down his tail feathers and put his wings back, covering up his arse.

    "Backawwww!! BAKAWW!!" he screams as he races across the yard.

    The new rooster is closing fast.

    "BABOOOOMMMM!"

    The new rooster disappears in a ball of dirt and bloody feathers.

    The old rooster races to the hen house.

    The old farmer sat on the porch in his rocking chair, shotgun still smoking.

    "Dammit! What's wrong with that feed store? That's the THIRD gay rooster they've sold me in 3 weeks!"

    The moral, of course, is that even when you think you know it all, and you're a firey young rooster, you'd still do well to slow down, listen, and learn for a while.
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  • Profile picture of the author artwebster
    Hey, Troy,

    Chasing is not following!

    Just a small point.
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