A big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural Texas.

Eventually he shot down a bird, but it fell into BadBobby's field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over it, BadBobby drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing. The litigator responded, "I shot a duck and it fell into this field, and now I'm going to retrieve it."

To which BadBobby replied, "This is my property, and you are not coming over here."

The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys in the country and if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you and take everything you own."

BadBobby smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we settle disputes in this part of Texas. We settle small disagreements like this with the 'Three Kick Rule.'"

The lawyer asked, "What is the 'Three Kick Rule'?"

BadBobby replied, "Well, because the dispute occurred on my land, I get to go first. I kick you three times, and then you kick me three times and so on, back and forth until someone gives up." The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom.

BadBobby slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the attorney.

His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel-toed work boot into the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees!

His second kick to the midriff sent the lawyer's last meal gushing from his mouth.

The lawyer was on all fours when BB's third kick to his rear end, sent him face-first into a fresh cow pie.

The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and remaining strength and very slowly managed to get to his feet. Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket, he said, "Okay, you old fart. Now it's my turn."

BadBobby smiled and said, "You know what? Take the duck."

A big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural Texas.

Eventually he shot down a bird, but it fell into BadBobby's field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over it, BadBobby drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing. The litigator responded, "I shot a duck and it fell into this field, and now I'm going to retrieve it."

To which BadBobby replied, "This is my property, and you are not coming over here."

The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys in the country and if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you and take everything you own."

BadBobby smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we settle disputes in this part of Texas. We settle small disagreements like this with the 'Three Kick Rule.'"

The lawyer asked, "What is the 'Three Kick Rule'?"


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I'm not only bad,I'm pretty cagey too



dam
I'm not only bad
I'm pretty cagey too

BadBobby replied, "Well, because the dispute occurred on my land, I get to go first. I kick you three times, and then you kick me three times and so on, back and forth until someone gives up." The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom.

BadBobby slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the attorney.

His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel-toed work boot into the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees!

His second kick to the midriff sent the lawyer's last meal gushing from his mouth.

The lawyer was on all fours when BB's third kick to his rear end, sent him face-first into a fresh cow pie.

The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and remaining strength and very slowly managed to get to his feet. Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket, he said, "Okay, you old fart. Now it's my turn."

BadBobby smiled and said, "You know what? Take the duck."

Damn, my answer disappeared. So, the telegraphing of the inevitable end of the joke was pretty obvious but it amused me while I am waiting to make coffee and eat something. I am going to get my last tattoo on 7 December (Pearl Harbor day and the day my sister-in-law died). They will be the numbers of one of my mother's best friends when I was little. She was from Amsterdam and went to school with Anne Frank. It's to honor her and to stop while I think of Trump and his horrors. There is no alt-right. That is duck code for xenophobia, homophobia, anti-women, anti-choice, and the whole rest of the r****t and f*****t world we will be entering in not very long. She was in 3 death camps before she and her 2 sisters finally were released. Their mother died on the train out. My adult children will not be pleased. You know, it doesn't matter to me anymore. I believe I've sent the photograph before, but I will find it now. Take the freaking duck. The KKK rules of the board room would love the joke. I'm with you. I wonder what OPP will make of your post. Thank you for it.

Yes, Eva was very disturbed and like a lot of survivors, she wouldn't talk about any of it and completely fucked up her two daughters. I know it was a good jab. Thanks for it. Having rough times in Oaktown lately. Keep poking fun at the usual ones. They take it so personally. My tattoo will read: nf-eva-tbff which means Never Forget, Eva, There But For Fortune. I don't have her actual number which is on file at the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C., although I've written to them. I knew her fairly well when I was growing up. I interviewed her when I was in 5th Grade and the story ended up in the Museum. My mother sent it in without consulting me. I knew even then that almost none of the horrors she told me were anywhere near the t***h. So unimaginable. So true. And now we've got another one to contend with in the 21st century. I hope he doesn't pee in the gene pool anymore. And that his kids get sterilized soon. Except the youngest who I think is terribly autistic and it angers me that people make fun of this child. Enough. I'm going for a bike ride.