A R CALFER went hunting one day in S DAKOTA and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home when he was confronted by an ornery game warden that didn't like R CALFERS.
The game warden ordered to the R CALFER to show his hunting license, and the R CALFER pulled out a valid S DAKOTA hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its butt, and said, "This duck ain't from S DAKOTA. This is a Kansas duck. You got a Kansas huntin' license, boy?"
The R CALFER reached into his wallet and produced a Kansas hunting license. The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said "This ain't no Kansas duck. This duck's from Arkansas. You got a Arkansas license?"
The R CALFER reached into his wallet and produced an Arkansas hunting license. The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said this ain't no Arkansas duck. This here duck's from South Carolina. You got a South Carolina huntin' license?"
Again the E CALFER reached into his wallet and brought out a South Carolina hunting license. The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the R CALFER "Just where the hell are you from?"
The R CALFER turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said, "You tell me, expert."
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The game warden ordered to the R CALFER to show his hunting license, and the R CALFER pulled out a valid S DAKOTA hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its butt, and said, "This duck ain't from S DAKOTA. This is a Kansas duck. You got a Kansas huntin' license, boy?"
The R CALFER reached into his wallet and produced a Kansas hunting license. The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said "This ain't no Kansas duck. This duck's from Arkansas. You got a Arkansas license?"
The R CALFER reached into his wallet and produced an Arkansas hunting license. The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said this ain't no Arkansas duck. This here duck's from South Carolina. You got a South Carolina huntin' license?"
Again the E CALFER reached into his wallet and brought out a South Carolina hunting license. The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the R CALFER "Just where the hell are you from?"
The R CALFER turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said, "You tell me, expert."
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