A young cowboy from Wyoming went off to college. Halfway
through the semester, he had foolishly squandered all his
money, so he called home.
"Dad," he said, "You won't believe what
modern education is developing! They actually have a
program here in Laramie that will teach our dog, Ol'
Blue, how to talk!"
"That's amazing," his Dad said. "How do
I get Ol' Blue in that program?"
"Just send him down here with $1,000," the young
cowboy said. "I'll get him in the course."
So, his dad sent the dog and $1,000.
About two-thirds of the way through the semester, the money
again ran out. The boy called home.
"So how's Ol' Blue doing, son?" his dad
"Awesome, Dad. He's talking up a storm," he
said, "but you just won't believe this: they've
had such good results that they have started to teach the
animals how to read!"
"Read?!" said his dad. "No kidding! How do
we get Ol' Blue in that program?"
"Just send $2,500, and I'll get him in the
class," the boy answered.
The money promptly arrived, but our hero had a problem: At the end of the year, his dad will find out the dog can neither read nor talk. So he shot the dog.
When he arrived home at the end of the year, his dad was all excited.
"Where's Ol' Blue? I just can't wait to see him read something and talk!"
"Dad," the boy said, "I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Ol' Blue was in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading the Wall Street Journal like he always does. Then he turned to me and asked, 'So, is your daddy still messing around with that little redhead who lives in town?'"
His dad exclaimed, "I hope you shot that son of a bitch before he talks to your mother!"
"I sure did, Dad!"
"That's my boy!"
The kid went on to be a successful lawyer, and then he went on to become the Governor of Illinois.