She got lucky and shot a duck! The duck fell in a field so she climbed the fence to go and retrieve it. Just as she got over the fence an elderly CD, wearing pink camo, drives up on her tractor. "Whatcha doin' there, sweetheart?"
"Well," replied the printer, "I just shot that duck and I'm going to retrieve it."
"I don't think so," said the girl in the pink camo outfit, as she descended from her tractor. "My land -- my duck!"
"Well! Of all the nerve and I got a gun!" said the hunter, with a Connecticut accent.
"Yes, you do, but here in Missouri we have a game to settle this type of dispute. It's called the "three kick rule."
"OK," came the reply, "I'm game; how does it work?"
"Well, since you're in for the game, it goes like this: we each get to kick each other three times and the last girl standing wins! My land, I go first!" said the Missourian.
She promptly lands a brogan to the knee, down went the printer, then another boot to the stomach and yet a third to the side of the head! The overly tough Connecticut printer, in serious pain, struggles to her feet, staggers a bit, regains her composure, and says, "OK Granny, now it's my turn!"
"Naw"" replies Granny, "game's over; you can have the duck!!!"
Sound like anyone we know?
Virginia
