REDNECK VASCETOMY


After having their 11th child, a North Georgia Mountain couple decided that 11 was enough, as they could not afford a larger bed.

So the husband went to his veterinarian and told him that he and his cousin didn't want to have any more children.

The doctor told him that there was a procedure called a vasectomy that could fix the problem but that it was expensive. A less costly alternative, said the doctor, was to go home, get a cherry bomb (fireworks are legal in the North Georgia Mountains), light it, put it in an empty beer can, then hold the can up to his ear and count to 10.

The redneck said to the doctor, "I may not be the smartest man in the world, but I don't see how putting a cherry bomb in a beer can next to my ear is going to help me."

"Trust me," said the doctor.

So the man went home, lit a cherry bomb and put it in a beer can. He held the can up to his ear and began to count:


1 2 3 4 5


At which point he paused, placed the beer can between his legs, and
resumed counting on his other hand.

This procedure also works in Kentucky, Tennessee, Mississippi, Arkansas, West Virginia and most places in Texas....some parts of Maryland also.

:rolf:

:o :haha:

I've also heard it works quite well in Oklahoma and Arkansas...

:tease:

Yeah--works wherever there's an idiot.. I think I may actually be somewhat related to some of them :unsure:

My MIL's from Arkansas. My wife was actually born there.

Recently, her brother came to Houston to buy a new car. He could get a better deal here than he could in Corpus, plus we got a referral bonus. :booyah: Note: she's always been a Harryman. I used to be a Jones.

She, her brother and his wife were sitting in the sales office. All their names are Harryman. The lady was drawing up the paperwork and she turned to my wife and began to ask questions. My wife laughed and said, "He's my brother!"
Her brother said, "We're from Arkansas. We used to be married, but when we moved to Texas they told us our family tree had to fork. Now," he pointed at his wife, "she's my wife."

Later on, I called to speak with my wife, and the same sales lady answered the phone. I asked if my wife and her husband were there.

OUCH !!!!!!!!!!!!!! :blink: