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It happened in a small town in Kansas, at one of the few intersections, there was a boy sitting in the middle of the street in a LARGE pile of manure making a ball out of it. The closest shop was a meat market. The butcher came out, afraid the stench would drive customers away. He said to the boy, " What are you doing?." The boy replied "I am making a butcher." The butcher threw up his hands and went in to his shop to call the police. When the policeman arrive he accosted the youth. "Son, I am a policeman, tell me what you are up to." The boy replied, "I am making a policeman." The cop was about as mad as a cop can get, and he was moving over to arrest the boy when an attorney came walking down the street. The attorney yelled out to the policeman, "Halt, I represent this boy." The cop stopped, and the attorney walked up to the boy, who was still trying to make a ball out of the manure. "Boy, I am an attorney, and I think I know what you are going to say. You are going to say that you are making an attorney." The boy looked up at the attorney, kept rolling the manure in his hands, and said, "No, not enough shit."
Love,
Anthony
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