A traveling salesman was driving down a country road one day when he overtakes a farmer leading a three-legged pig. Curiosity got the better of him so he pulls over and asks the farmer why the pig only had three legs. "Well," said the farmer, "you have to understand this is a very special pig. Why three months ago one of my sons fell into an abandoned well and this pig ran to the barn, got a rope, threw one end to my son and pulled him out of the well." The salesman said that was nice, but why three legs. "Well," said the farmer, "as I said, this is a very special pig. Why just last month my young daughter was in the house by herself and a bum came to the back door and asked for something to eat. As she opened the door to give him a plate he grabbed her and proceeded to molest her. This pig heard the commotion, ran up and bit the guys private parts off before he did anything." The salesman again said that was nice, but why three legs. "Well," said the farmer, "as I said, this is a very special pig. Why just two weeks ago our house caught on fire and we couldn't get to the baby's room. This pig ran into the house, soaked a large towel in the commode, wrapped it around the baby and carried her out to safety." The salesman, somewhat experated, said that would explain why the pip didn't have any hair, but why three legs. "Well," said the farmer, "a pig like that you don't eat all at once."

I like to start my morning off by working the daily crytogram in the paper. Sort of exercising the old brain. If you have tried these without success, send me an e-mail and I'll send you a crib sheet I prepared for someone else.

-- Ken Scharabok (scharabo@aol.com), July 07, 2000