A rancher concluded he needed to get down to business and see a film. As he drew closer, the ticket specialist inquired, "Sir, what's that on your shoulder?" The old rancher said, "That is my pet chicken Hurl. Any place I go, Throw goes."
"Please accept my apologies, sir," said the ticket specialist. "We can't permit animals in the theater." The old rancher circumvented the corner and stuffed Hurl down his overalls. Then, at that point, he got back to the corner, purchased a ticket, and entered the theater.
He plunked down close to two old widows named Mildred and Marge. The film began and the chicken started to wriggle. The old rancher unfastened his fly so Hurl could stick his head out and watch the film.
"Marge," murmured Mildred. "What?" said Marge. "I think the person close to me is a deviant." "What makes you suspect as much?" asked Marge. "He fixed his jeans and he has his thing out," murmured Mildred. "Eh, don't stress over it," said Marge. "At our age we've seen them all." "I suspected as much as well," said Mildred, "yet this one's eating my popcorn!"
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