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Since we are recycling old jokes, here goes:
Three good ole Florida boys were serving out their sentence in a minimum security farm digging drainage ditches. It was the middle of July in Escambia County and needless to say the work was miserable. Down in the ditch, sweating and digging were two of the three, one from the "U" and the other a Criminole. At the top of the ditch, laying under the shade of an oak and sipping a cool sweet tea was the Florida man. The Criminole looked at the coCane, and said, "Why is that Gator up there enjoying life while we are down here working our asses off" (no offense Law). The Cane said, "no clue, why don't you go axe him." So the Criminole climbed out of the ditch and confronted the Gator. "why," he asked, "are you up here and we are down there working?" The Gator carefully put down his cold drink, stood up and answered, "something called intelligence." The Criminole said, "intelligence, what's that?" The Gator said, "I'll demonstrate." He stood beside the oak tree and put his hand on the trunk and told the Criminole to pick up his shovel, swing as hard as he could and hit his hand with the blade. The befuddled man did just as directed and before the shovel hit, the Gator drew his hand back. He looked at the Criminole and said, "that's an example of intelligence." The Criminole nodded and went back down to his work. The coCane looked at him and asked, "well, what did he say?" He said, "intelligence." Wha dat?" The Criminole said, "I'll demonstrate"; covered his face with his palm, and said, "pick up your shovel and hit my hand."
Three good ole Florida boys were serving out their sentence in a minimum security farm digging drainage ditches. It was the middle of July in Escambia County and needless to say the work was miserable. Down in the ditch, sweating and digging were two of the three, one from the "U" and the other a Criminole. At the top of the ditch, laying under the shade of an oak and sipping a cool sweet tea was the Florida man. The Criminole looked at the coCane, and said, "Why is that Gator up there enjoying life while we are down here working our asses off" (no offense Law). The Cane said, "no clue, why don't you go axe him." So the Criminole climbed out of the ditch and confronted the Gator. "why," he asked, "are you up here and we are down there working?" The Gator carefully put down his cold drink, stood up and answered, "something called intelligence." The Criminole said, "intelligence, what's that?" The Gator said, "I'll demonstrate." He stood beside the oak tree and put his hand on the trunk and told the Criminole to pick up his shovel, swing as hard as he could and hit his hand with the blade. The befuddled man did just as directed and before the shovel hit, the Gator drew his hand back. He looked at the Criminole and said, "that's an example of intelligence." The Criminole nodded and went back down to his work. The coCane looked at him and asked, "well, what did he say?" He said, "intelligence." Wha dat?" The Criminole said, "I'll demonstrate"; covered his face with his palm, and said, "pick up your shovel and hit my hand."
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