A man is driving down a country road when he loses control of his car and ends up in a ditch.
He walks to a village and finds help in the farmhouse.
He explains his situation to the farmer.
The farmer gets his horse and they quickly walk to the crash scene.
The farmer then uses a rope to tie the horse to the car and starts shouting:
Pull, Zoomer, pull” the farmer shouts, but the horse doesn’t move.
Pull, Radar, pull” the farmer yells again, but again, the horse stands still Pull, Dasher, pull” yells the farmer, but the horse stands like a rock.
Pull, Dusty, pull” shouts the farmer, and the horse finally gets the car out with minimal effort.
The driver is dumbfounded so he asks the farmer:
“Why do you call your horse different names?”
You see,” the farmer replies, “Dusty is blind.
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“If he knew he was working by himself, he wouldn’t have pulled.”
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The guys were all out at deer camp, sharing cabins.
There was just one problem: no one wanted to room with Carl.
Why?
Because Carl didn’t just snore—he shook the drywall.
They decided to take turns bunking with him.
First night: Steve draws the short straw.
Next morning? He stumbles into breakfast with hair like a haystack and eyes like two road flares.
“Dude, what happened to you?”
“I didn’t sleep a wink. Carl sounded like a chainsaw fighting a blender. I just sat there and watched him all night.”
Second night: Mike’s turn.
He shows up the next morning looking like he’d been hit by a truck.
“Man, you okay?”
“Carl’s snoring rattled my fillings. I gave up and stared at the ceiling till sunrise.”
Third night: Big Frank steps up.
Ex-linebacker. Doesn’t scare easy. They figure he can handle it.
The next morning, Frank strolls in—refreshed, hair combed, sipping coffee like he’s on vacation.
Everyone’s jaws drop.
“Wait… you look great! What happened?”
Frank grins.
“Well, when we got into the room, I tucked Carl in, fluffed his pillow, and gave him a little kiss on the forehead. He stayed up all night watching me. Slept like a baby.”
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A father and his son went on a camping trip.
They set up their tent and fell asleep.
Some hours later, the father woke up his son.
Father: Look up to the sky and tell me what you see.
Son: I see millions of stars.
Father: And what does that tell you?
Son: Astronomically, it tells that millions of galaxies and planets exist.
Father slaps the son hard and says: “Idiot, someone has stolen our tent.”
