HillbillyVasectomyAfter their 11th child, ahillbilly couple decided that was enough as theycould not afford a larger bed.So the husband went to hisveterinarian and told him that he and his cousindidn't want to have any more children.The doctor told him thatthere was a procedure called a vasectomy that couldfix the problem but that it wasexpensive."A less costly alternative,"said the doctor, "is to go home, get a cherry bomb,light it, put it in a beer can, then hold the canup to your ear and count to ten."The hillbilly said to thedoctor, "I may not be the smartest tool in theshed, but I don't see how putting a cherry bomb ina beer can next to my ear is going to help me."''Trust me," said thedoctor.So the man went home, lit acherry bomb and put it in a beer can. He held thecan up to his ear and began to count!1 . . 2 . . 3 . . 4 . . 5 . .at which point he paused, placed the beer canbetween his legs and continued counting on hisother hand.Are You a RealCowboy?An old cowboy went to a barand ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his whiskey,a young lady sat down next to him. She turned tothe cowboy and asked, "Are you a realcowboy?"He replied, "Well, I've spentmy whole life on the ranch, herding horses, mendingfences, and branding cattle, so I guess Iam."She said, "I'm a lesbian. Ispend my whole day thinking about women. As soon asI get up in the morning, I think about women. WhenI shower, I think about women. As I watch TV, oreven eat, I think about women. Everything seems tomake me think about women."The two sat sipping insilence. A short time later, a man sat down on theother side of the old cowboy and asked, "Are you areal cowboy?"He replied, "I always thoughtI was, but I just found out I'm alesbian."The Farmer'sDaughtersThere once was a farmer whowas raising three daughters on his own. On thisparticular evening all three of his girls weregoing out on a date. This was the first time thishad occurred so he decided to sit on the frontporch with his shotgun and greet each of the youngmen as they arrived.The first of the boys arrivedand approached the front porch. "Hi, my name's Joe. I'm herefor Flo. We're going to the show. Is she ready togo?" The father looked him over,decided he was okay, and sent the kids on theirway.The next lad arrived andsaid, "My name's Eddie. I'm here for Betty. We'regonna get some spaghetti. Is she ready?"The farmer felt this one wasokay too, so off the two kids went.The final young man arrivedand approached the front porch. The boy startedoff, "Hi, my name's Chuck… " The farmer shothim.Where Do Indian ChildrenGet Their Names?One day Flying Eagle and hisyoung son were sitting outside the tepee watchingthe world go by."Father," asked the son,"where do Indian children get theirnames?""That is a good question,"replied the father. "When an Indian child is born,the father steps outside the tepee and looksaround. The first thing he sees is what he namesthe child. Why do you ask, Two DogsScrewing?"The ChineseDetectiveA man suspec