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Joke one.
In a secluded valley of an Eastern country there lived a tribe that never grew in population. This was desirable in that overpopulated country, so the government sent out a population control official to find out what it was that they were doing right, and to determine how to get the rest of the country to do the same. The village Elder told the official that all young men were encouraged to marry young, typically at age thirteen or fourteen. They were allowed to father three children, after which time they were tied naked to a pole located in the village square. The village Elder then took a large flat stone in each hand, spread his arms wide, and brought them sharply together on the young man's katuties, thereby rendering him unable to father more children. "Damn, that must hurt!" said the visiting official. "Not unless you get your thumbs caught between the stones." was the Elder's reply. Joke two. Betty Lou came home from quail hunting to find Lem, her husband, humping the brains out of his sister. "I's a'fixin to change you from a bull to a steer!" she told him as she levered the hammers back on her shotgun and pointed it towards his sagging balls. "Give me a sporting chance." Lem said, hoping for an opportunity to run. "You wouldn't shoot a bird that wasn't moving. You should give me the same consideration." "Okay," she answered, lowing the shotgun slightly,"Set em t'swingin."
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