A farmer decided he wanted go to town and see a movie. The ticket agent asked "Sir, what's that on your shoulder?"
The old farmer said, "That's my pet rooster Chuck, and wherever I go, Chuck goes."
"I'm sorry sir," said the ticket agent. We can't allow animals in the theater."
The old farmer went around the corner and stuffed Chuck down inside his overalls and then returned to the booth, where he bought a ticket and entered the theater.
He sat down next to two old widows named Mildred and Marge.
The movie started and the rooster began to squirm. The old farmer unbuttoned his fly so Chuck could stick his head out and watch the movie.
"Marge," whispered Mildred. "What?" said Marge.
"I think the guy next to me is a pervert."
"What makes you think so?" asked Marge.
"He undid his pants and he has his 'thing' out," Mildred said still in a whisper.
"Well, don't worry about it," said Marge. "At our age, it's not the first one we've seen."
"That is true," said Mildred. "But this one's eating my popcorn."
The old farmer said, "That's my pet rooster Chuck, and wherever I go, Chuck goes."
"I'm sorry sir," said the ticket agent. We can't allow animals in the theater."
The old farmer went around the corner and stuffed Chuck down inside his overalls and then returned to the booth, where he bought a ticket and entered the theater.
He sat down next to two old widows named Mildred and Marge.
The movie started and the rooster began to squirm. The old farmer unbuttoned his fly so Chuck could stick his head out and watch the movie.
"Marge," whispered Mildred. "What?" said Marge.
"I think the guy next to me is a pervert."
"What makes you think so?" asked Marge.
"He undid his pants and he has his 'thing' out," Mildred said still in a whisper.
"Well, don't worry about it," said Marge. "At our age, it's not the first one we've seen."
"That is true," said Mildred. "But this one's eating my popcorn."
