A young jackaroo from theoutback in Queensland goes off to university, but before hegets halfway through the semester, he has foolishlysquandered all his money.
He calls home: "Dad, you won'tbelieve what modern education is developing. They actuallyhave a program here in Brisbane that will teach our dog,Ol' Blue, how to talk."
That's amazing," his dad says,"how do I get Ol' Blue into that programme?"
"Just send him down here with $2000 and I'll get him in the course," the young jackaroosays.
His father sends the dog and $2000.
About two-thirds through thesemester, the money runs out again. The boy calls home.
"So how's Ol' Blue doing, son?"his father asks.
"Awesome, Dad, he's talking up astorm. But you just won't believe this. They've had suchgood results with talking, they've begun to teach theanimals how to read," says the boy.
"Read? No kidding. How do we getOl' Blue into that programme?" asks his dad.
"Just send $4 500. I'll get himin the class," the boy says.
The money promptly arrives.
But our hero has a problem. Atthe end of the year, his father will find out the dog canneither talk nor read. So he shoots the dog.
When he arrives home at the endof the year, his father is all excited.
"Where's Ol' Blue? I just can'twait to talk with him, and see him read something," says thefather.
"Dad," the boy says, "I havesome grim news. Yesterday morning Ol'Blue was in the livingroom, kicked back in the recliner, reading The Wall StreetJournal. Then he suddenly turned to me and asked: 'So, isyour daddy still shagging that little redhead barmaid at thepub?'"
The father groans and whispers:"I hope you shot the bastard before he talks to yourmother."
"I sure did, Dad."
"That's my boy."
The son goes on to become asuccessful lawyer.
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