jmendez29
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An old country bumpkin went into town to do his monthly shopping. As he was standing in line to checkout, he started talking to the guy behind him.
“So what do you do for a living?” he asked the guy.
I work at the college.
So what do you do there?
I teach logic.
What in the sam hell is logic.
Well, it’s easier for me to demonstrate. Do you own a weedeater?
Shore do, everyone does.
Well, most men who own a weedeater own their own house. A typical man who owns his house is married with children, so I can assume that you are a heterosexual.
Wow, that logic shore is sumpin.
A week later, the country bumpkin was leaning on the fence talking to his neighbor.
I met one of them fancy perfessers up at that fancy college in town.
Yuh? What’s he teach.
He teaches logic.
Logic? What in the sam hell is logic?
Here, let me show you. Got a weedeater?
Nope.
Faggot.
“So what do you do for a living?” he asked the guy.
I work at the college.
So what do you do there?
I teach logic.
What in the sam hell is logic.
Well, it’s easier for me to demonstrate. Do you own a weedeater?
Shore do, everyone does.
Well, most men who own a weedeater own their own house. A typical man who owns his house is married with children, so I can assume that you are a heterosexual.
Wow, that logic shore is sumpin.
A week later, the country bumpkin was leaning on the fence talking to his neighbor.
I met one of them fancy perfessers up at that fancy college in town.
Yuh? What’s he teach.
He teaches logic.
Logic? What in the sam hell is logic?
Here, let me show you. Got a weedeater?
Nope.
Faggot.
