This sounds more fact than a joke to me.

City Slicker retires to the country.

Following a successful career on Wall St, Jim buys some land out in Nebraska to live a simpler life.

He has some of the land cleared and a huge, brand new ranch built.

Construction crews finish up, landscapers complete the final touches, and he moves the family in.

The next morning, he decides to go for a stroll around his property, taking in the sights and sounds of nature.

As he's walking along the fence line, listening to cows mooing in the distance from the other side of the fence, watching bees and butterflies flying around doing their stuff, and thinking life's just great here, he hears a clucking noise coming from just up ahead.

He slows his pace as the clucking gets louder, so as not to disturb whatever is going on.

After walking another 10 or 15 feet, an egg rolls underneath the fence and lands right in his path.

Excitedly, he bends down, picks up the egg and mutters out loud "Wow! This is so cool, I'm going to have this for breakfast."

A head pops up from the other side of the fence, and he hears "Howdy, you must be the new neighbor, can you give me my egg back?"

Jim says "It's on my land, it's my egg and I'm going to enjoy it."

The farmer replies "My chicken laid that egg, so it's my egg."

Jim replies "My land, my egg."

The farmer replies "My chicken, my egg."

They go back and forth, then the farmer says "You're obviously not from around these parts, but when we have a dispute here, we have a way to settle it."

Jim says "Ok, go ahead and explain."

The farmer says "This is how it goes.... I kick you in the balls, then you kick me in the balls. We keep taking turns until one of us gives up. Whichever one of us can't take it any more, loses."

Jim says "Right then, let's go."

The farmer hops the fence and they square up against each other.

Jim braces and the farmer takes two steps back, then leans in and delivers a direct hit.

Jim falls to the ground and retches, clutching his groin and rolling around in the dirt.

After around four or five minutes, Jim finds his feet and says "Ok bud, my turn now."

The farmer replies "You can keep the egg."




Here's a riddle from me.

If Wyot, goes fishing by a lake that has 10 fish, how many fish does Wyot get at the end of the day?