Joke #18491

A five year old boy went for a weekend trip with his grandparents. On the way home, they stopped at a country restaurant for lunch.

The little boy left the table to use the restroom by himself.

A moment later he returned with a confused look on his face. He says, “Grandpa, am I a rooster or a hen?”

 

Joke #9298: Once Is Never Enough

A farmer wanted to have his hens serviced, so he went to the market looking for a rooster. He was hoping he could get a special rooster – one that could service all of his many hens and when he told this to the market vendor, the vendor replied: “I have just the rooster for you. Randy here is the horniest rooster you will ever see!”

So the farmer took Randy back to the farm. Before setting him loose in the henhouse though, he gave Randy a little pep talk. “Randy”, he said, “I’m counting on you to do your stuff.” And without a word, he strutted into the henhouse.

Randy was as fast as he was furious, mounting each hen like a thunderbolt. There was much squawking and many feathers flying, till Randy had finished having his way with each hen.

But Randy didn’t stop there; he went in to the barn and mounted all the horses, one by one and still at the same frantic pace.

Then he went to the pigpen, where he did the same. The farmer, watching all of this with disbelief, cried out “Stop, Randy, you’ll kill yourself!” But Randy continued, seeking out each farm animal in the same manner.

Well the next morning, the farmer looked out and saw Randy lying there on his lawn. His legs were up in the air, his eyes rolled back, and his long tongue hanging out. A buzzard was already circling above Randy.

The farmer walked up to Randy saying “Oh you poor thing, look what you did, you’ve gone and killed yourself. I warned you, little buddy.”

“Shhhhh,” Randy whispered, “The buzzard’s getting closer”

 

Joke #9268: Chasing Chicks

An old farmer was relaxing on his porch one evening, watching his rooster in the yard running around chasing after the hen.

They circled the yard half a dozen times, the cock in what seemed to be fierce pursuit of the hen.

The farmer’s wife then threw some scraps into the yard and the hen kept right on running, but the rooster stopped for nourishment.

The farmer then lamented: “Good God in Heaven, I pray that I never get that hungry!”