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July 2005
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All In Good Humor


Submitted by Cheryl Redmond Doyle, as seen in The Celtic Connection newspaper.

A farmer named Clyde had a car accident. In court, the trucking company’s fancy lawyer was questioning Clyde. "Didn’t you say at the scene of the accident, ‘I’m fine’?" asked the lawyer.

Clyde responded, "Well, I’ll tell you what happened. I had loaded my favorite mule, Bessie, into the trailer. …"

"I didn’t ask for any details," the lawyer interrupted. "Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, ‘I’m fine’?"

Clyde said, "Well, I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I was driving down the road. …"

The lawyer interrupted again and said: "Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, the man told the highway patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now, several weeks after the accident, he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question."

By this time, the judge was fairly interested in Clyde’s answer and said to the lawyer, "I’d like to hear what he has to say about his favorite mule Bessie." Clyde thanked the judge and proceeded.

"Well, as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into the trailer and was driving her down the highway when this huge semi-truck and trailer ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurting real bad and didn’t want to move. However, I could hear ol’ Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape just by her groans. Shortly after the accident,
a highway patrolman came on the scene.

"He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over to her. After he looked at her, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes. Then, the patrolman came across the road, gun in hand, looked at me, and said, ‘How are you feeling?’

"Now, what the hell would you say?"


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