Chucky the rooster


>An old farmer went to town to see a movie. The ticket agent asked,
"Sir,
> > >what's that on your shoulder?"
> > >The old farmer said, "That's my pet rooster Chucky. Wherever I go,
> Chucky
> > >goes."
> > >"I'm sorry, sir," said the ticket agent. "We can't allow animals in
the
> > >theater." The old farmer went around the corner and stuffed the
> > >bird
> down
> > >his pants. He returned to the booth, bought a ticket and entered
> > >the theater. He sat down next to two old widows named Mildred and Marge.
> > >
> > >
> > >The movie started and the rooster began to squirm. The old farmer
> unzipped
> > >his pants so Chucky could stick his head out and watch the movie.
> > >"Marge,"
> > >whispered Mildred. "What?" said Marge. "I think the guy next to me
> > >is
a
> > >pervert." "What makes you think so?" asked Marge. "He unzipped his
> pants
> > >and he has his thing
> > >out," whispered Mildred. "Well, don't worry about it," said Marge.
> > >"At our

> > >age we've seen 'em all."
> > >"That's what I thought, too," said Mildred, "but this one's eating
> > >my popcorn."