Rev-head
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A young Tennessee lad goes off to The University of Tennessee, but about
1/3 of the way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered away all
of the money his parents gave him.
Then he gets an idea. He calls his daddy. "Dad," he says, "you won't
believe the wonders that modern education are coming up with! Why, they
actually have a program here at UT that will teach our dog Ole Blue how
to talk!"
"That's absolutely amazing," his father says. "How do I get him in that
program?"
"Just send him down here with $1,000" the boy says. "I'll get him into
the course."
So, his father sends the dog and the $1,000. About 2/3 way
through the semester, the money runs out. The boy calls his father again.
"So how's Ole Blue doing, son," his father asks.
"Awesome, Dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just won't
believe this - they've had such good results with this program that
they've implemented a new one to teach the animals how to READ!"
"READ," says his father, "No kidding! What do I have to do to get him in
that program?"
Just send $2,500, I'll get him in the class." His father sends the money.
The boy now has a problem. At the end of the year,
his father will find out that the dog can neither talk, nor read. So he
shoots the dog.
When he gets home at the end of the semester, his father is all excited.
"Where's Ole Blue? I just can't wait to see him talk and read something!"
"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just
before we left to drive home, Ole Blue was in the living room kicked back
in the recliner, reading the Knoxville News Sentential, like he usually
does. Then he turned to me and asked, 'So, is your daddy still messing'
around with that little redhead who lives on Oak Street?'
The father says, "I hope you SHOT that mutt before he talks to your Mother!"
"I sure did, Dad!"
"That's my boy!"
1/3 of the way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered away all
of the money his parents gave him.
Then he gets an idea. He calls his daddy. "Dad," he says, "you won't
believe the wonders that modern education are coming up with! Why, they
actually have a program here at UT that will teach our dog Ole Blue how
to talk!"
"That's absolutely amazing," his father says. "How do I get him in that
program?"
"Just send him down here with $1,000" the boy says. "I'll get him into
the course."
So, his father sends the dog and the $1,000. About 2/3 way
through the semester, the money runs out. The boy calls his father again.
"So how's Ole Blue doing, son," his father asks.
"Awesome, Dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just won't
believe this - they've had such good results with this program that
they've implemented a new one to teach the animals how to READ!"
"READ," says his father, "No kidding! What do I have to do to get him in
that program?"
Just send $2,500, I'll get him in the class." His father sends the money.
The boy now has a problem. At the end of the year,
his father will find out that the dog can neither talk, nor read. So he
shoots the dog.
When he gets home at the end of the semester, his father is all excited.
"Where's Ole Blue? I just can't wait to see him talk and read something!"
"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just
before we left to drive home, Ole Blue was in the living room kicked back
in the recliner, reading the Knoxville News Sentential, like he usually
does. Then he turned to me and asked, 'So, is your daddy still messing'
around with that little redhead who lives on Oak Street?'
The father says, "I hope you SHOT that mutt before he talks to your Mother!"
"I sure did, Dad!"
"That's my boy!"
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