A young jackaroo from outback Queensland goes off to
University, but halfway through the semester he foolishly
has squandered all of his money.
He calls home. "Dad," he says, "you won't believe
what modern education is developing. They actually
have a program here in Brisbane that will teach our dog
Ol' Blue how to talk."
"That's amazing!" his Dad says. "How do I get Ol' Blue in that program?"
"Just send him down here with $2,000," the young
jackaroo says, "I'll get him in the course."
So ... his father sends the dog and $2,000.
About two-thirds through the semester, the money again runs out. The boy
calls home. "So how's Ol' Blue doing, son?" his father wants to know.
"Awesome! Dad, he's talking up a storm. But you just won't believe this.
They've had such good results with talking, they've begun to teach the
animals how to read."
"Read?!" exclaims his father. "No kidding! How do we get Ol' Blue in that
program?"
"Just send $4,500. I'll get him in the class."
The money promptly arrives. But our hero has a
problem. At the end of the year, his father will find
out the dog can neither talk nor read. So he shoots
the dog. When he arrives home at the end of the year, his father is pretty
excited.
"Where's Ol' Blue? I just can't wait to talk with
him, and see him read something!"
"Dad," the boy says, "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 Financial Review.
Then he suddenly turned to me and asked, 'So, is your daddy still messing around
with that redhead barmaid at the pub?'"
The father groans and whispers, "I hope you shot that bastard before he
talks to your mother!"
"I sure did, dad!"
"That's my boy!"
The kid went on to be a successful lawyer
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