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 Bubbas Everywhere
An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade
his potato garden but it was very hard work. His only
son, Bubba, who used to help him, was in prison. The
old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his
predicament.
"Dear Bubba,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I
won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm
just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If
you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know
you would dig the plot for me.
Love, Dad"
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
"Dear Dad,
For HEAVEN'S SAKE, Dad, don't dig up the garden!
That's where I buried the GUNS!
Love, Bubba"
At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and
local police officers showed up and dug up the entire
area without finding any guns. They apologized to the
old man and left. That same day the old man received
another letter from his son.
"Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. It's the best I
could do under the circumstances.
Love, Bubba"
Bubba
Down South, Bubba called his attorney and asked,
"Is it true they're suing the cigarette companies
for causing people to get cancer?
"Yes, Bubba, sure is true." responded the
lawyer.
"And now someone is suing the fast food
restaurants for making them fat and clogging their
arteries with all them burgers and fries, is that true
mister lawyer?"
"Sure is Bubba. But why you asking?"
"Cause what I want to know is, I was thinkin' can
I sue Budweiser for all the ugly women I've slept
with?"
Road Block
Two rednecks, Bubba and Earl, were driving down the road drinking a couple of bottles of Bud.
The passenger, Bubba, said, "Lookey thar up ahead, Earl, it's a police roadblock!
We're gonna get busted fer drinkin' these here beers!!"
"Don't worry, Bubba," Earl said. "We'll just pull over and finish
drinkin' these beers, peel off the label and stick it on our foreheads, and throw the bottles under the seat."
"What fer?", asked Bubba.
"Just let me do the talkin', OK?", said Earl.
Well, they finished their beers, threw the empty bottles under the seat, and each put a label on their forehead.
When they reached the roadblock, the sheriff asked, "You boys been
drinkin'?"
"No SIR," Earl replied, "we're on the patch."
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