Crate Jokes

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    Gathering chickens

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    & The farmer`s son was returning from the market with the crate of chicken`s his father had entrusted to him, when all of a sudden the box fell and broke open. Chickens scurried off in different directions, but the determined boy walked all over the neighborhood scooping up the wayward birds and returning them to the repaired crate. Hoping he had found them all, the boy reluctantly returned home, expecting the worst.

    "Pa, the chickens got loose," the boy confessed sadly, "but I managed to find all twelve of them."

    "Well, you did real good, son," the farmer beamed. "You left with seven."

    The farmer's son was returning from the market with the crate of chicken's his father had entrusted to him, when all of a sudden the box fell and broke open. Chickens scurried off in different directions, but the determined boy walked all over the neighborhood scooping up the wayward birds and returning them to the repaired crate. Hoping he had found them all, the boy reluctantly returned home, expecting the worst."Pa, the chickens got loose," the boy confessed sadly, "but I managed to find all twelve of them.""Well, you did real good, son," the farmer beamed. "You left with seven."

    The farmer's son was returning from the market, with the crate of chicken's his father had entrusted to him, when all of a sudden, the box fell and broke open.
    Chickens scurried off in different directions, but the determined boy walked all over the neighborhood, scooping up the wayward birds, and returning them to the repaired crate.
    Hoping he had found them all, the boy reluctantly returned home, expecting the worst.
    "Pa, the chickens got loose," the boy confessed sadly, "but I managed to find all twelve of them."
    "Well, you did real good, son," the farmer beamed. "You left with seven."

    I was up at a tourist site here in Oregon --the Vista House-- the other day, just enjoying the view of our beautiful Columbia River Gorge.

    I was just watching the trains go by when a maintenance truck pulled up and parked right next to me. The guy got out and started "checking me out" really closely. He was looking at the back of my car. Suddenly, I saw a big smile on his face and he waved at me. I thought this guy was a REAL wacko or something.

    As I drove off, I realized that I had my business supplies in the back of my Outback Wagon, and I had some spray bottles stashed inside of an ammunition crate. I had bought this ammunition crate years ago at an army/navy surplus store... it fits perfect in the back of my Outback.

    Oops, false alarm.

    What do you call a crate of ducks? A box of quackers!

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