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  Redneck Logic Two rednecks decided that they weren't going anywhere in life and thought they should go to college to get ahead. 

The first went in to see the counselor, who told him to take math, history, and logic. 

"What's logic?" the first redneck asked. 

The professor answered, "Let me give you an example. Do you own a weed eater?" 

"I sure do."

"Then I can assume, using logic, that you have a yard," replied the professor. 

"That's real good!" said the redneck. 

The professor continued, "Logic will also tell me that since you have a yard, you also own a house." 

Impressed, the redneck said, "Amazing!" 

"And since you own a house, logic dictates that you have a wife."

"That's Betty Mae! This is incredible!"

The redneck was catching on. 

"Finally, since you have a wife, logically I can assume that you are heterosexual," said the professor.

"You're absolutely right! Why that's the most fascinatin' thing I ever heard! I cain't wait to take that logic class!"

The redneck, proud of the new world opening up to him, walked back into the hallway where his friend was still waiting. 

"So what classes are ya takin'?" asked the friend.

"Math, history, and logic!" replied the first redneck.

"What in tarnation is logic?" asked his friend. 

"Let me give you an example. Do ya own a weed eater?" asked the first redneck.

"No," his friend replied.

"You're ga-y, ain't ya?"

 

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....and the wife probably cooks....since she belongs in the kitchen, after she gets off work!................ :D

The wife asked for shoes or a watch for her birthday. I told her she didn't need neither. It's OK that she's barefoot and besides that, there's a clock on the stove.

 

(Ouch! Quit hitting me! Yes, dear. No, dear; I'll never say that again! Ouch. Quit it. What-cha-mean I hafta sleep on the couch! Please don't hit me again! Ouch!)

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