One of the things that I think most college students need sooner or later is money. Even though there may be some students who are well set financially, most of them depend upon their parents to send some cash every once in a while. The problem is, most of those students are not really careful when it comes to how they spend that money, so they may end up in some trouble. That was the case with the young man in the following joke but he had a plan that was not only brilliant, it was inspired.
A young farm lad from near Crowley, LA goes off to college, but about 1/3 of the way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered away all of the money his parents gave him.
Then he gets an idea. He calls his daddy. “Dad,” he says, “you won’t believe the wonders that modern education is coming up with! Why, they actually have a program here at LSU that will teach our dog Ole Blue how to talk!”
“That’s absolutely amazing,” his father says. “How do I get him in that program?”
“Just send him down here with $1,000” the boy says. “I’ll get him into the course.”
So, his father sends the dog and the $1,000. About 2/3 way through the semester, the money runs out. The boy calls his father again.
“So how’s Ole Blue doing, son,” his father asks.
“Awesome, Dad, he’s talking up a storm,” he says, “but you just won’t believe this – they’ve had such good results with this program that they’ve implemented a new one to teach the animals how to READ!”
“READ,” says his father, “No kidding! What do I have to do to get him in that program?”
“Just send $2,500, I’ll get him in the class.” His father sends the money.
The boy now has a problem. At the end of the year, his father will find out that the dog can neither talk, nor read. So he shoots the dog.
When he gets home at the end of the semester, his father is all excited. “Where’s Ole Blue? I just can’t wait to see him talk and read something!”
“Dad,” the boy says, “I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Ole Blue was in the living room kicked back in the recliner, reading the Wall Street Journal, like he usually does. Then he turned to me and asked, ‘So, is your daddy still messin around with that little redhead who lives in town?’
The father says, “I hope you SHOT that SOB before he talks to your Mother!”
“I sure did, Dad!”
“That’s my boy!”
