Jim Carey was driving down a quiet country lane. A rooster strayed out into the road. Whack! The rooster disappeared under the car resulting into a cloud of feathers.
Shaken, Jim Carey pulled over at the farmhouse, rang the door bell. A farmer appeared. He, somewhat nervously said, "I think I killed your rooster, please allow me to replace him."
"Sure suit yourself," the farmer replied, "you can go join the other chickens that are around the back."
Shaken, Jim Carey pulled over at the farmhouse, rang the door bell. A farmer appeared. He, somewhat nervously said, "I think I killed your rooster, please allow me to replace him."
"Sure suit yourself," the farmer replied, "you can go join the other chickens that are around the back."
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