Bob, enjoying his evening a bit too much, stumbled into bed and found himself at the Pearly Gates the next morning. St. Peter informed him he had passed away, but offered him a chance to return—if he became a chicken. Reluctantly agreeing, Bob found himself on a farm, adjusting to his new life as a hen. After laying several eggs, he was suddenly jolted awake by his wife shouting, “
Bob, you’re drunk and pooping in the bed!”Here’s another farm joke: A city slicker tried milking a cow for the first time. After struggling for 30 minutes, he asked the farmer, “How do you get any milk?” The farmer laughed and said, “Try plugging her into the wall—that’s a milking machine, not Bessie!”
