Barn Burning
Supposedly, this is an old joke, but it’s new to me, and appeals to my peculiar funny bone. Enjoy.
A man moves to the Appalachian Mountains to get away from it all. He really likes it, but hasn’t had a visitor the entire three months he’s been there. Finally a hillbilly neighbor comes over and invites him to a party that Saturday night.
“Now I gotta warn ya,” the man says. “There’s gonna be some drinkin’.”
“That’s okay,” the guy says. “I can hold my liquor.”
“And there’s gonna be some dancin’,” the hillbilly adds.
“That’s okay,” the guy says. “I can cut the rug pretty good.”
“There’s gonna be some fightin’, too,” the hillbilly warns.
“That’s okay,” says the guy. “I don’t believe in fighting, but I can hold my own.”
“And there’s gonna be some fuckin’,” says the hillbilly.
“Well, I seldom have a problem with that,” the guy says cheerfully.
“Okay,” says the hillbilly. “See you Saturday.”
“Wait a minute,” says the guy. “What should I wear?”
“It don’t matter,” says the hillbilly. “Just gonna be the two of us.”
Other than that, I got nothing folks. There’s a John Wayne post in the wings, but I haven’t hide time to finish it. After this weekend. Mebbe.
I think I’ve heard that one before, and yes, it is funny.