After a long silence, one freshman rose to his feet.

“Now then mister, why do you consider yourself an idiot?” enquired the teacher with a sneer.

“Well, actually I don’t,” said the student, “but I hate to see you standing up there all by yourself.”

“Dad, listen, you aren’t going to believe this,” he said to his father. “I’ve finally settled that old Whitmore

So the next morning the first man went out. He didn’t come back till about noon. When they saw him they ran to him and helped him carry the deer back to the plane wreckage. They asked him how he killed it.

He said ‘I find tracks…I follow tracks…I kill deer.’

So the next morning the second guy set out. He too came back at noon. When they saw him they ran to him and helped him carry the buffalo he had killed back to the plane wreckage. They asked him how he had killed it.

He said ‘I find tracks…I follow tracks…I kill buffalo.’

The next morning the third guy went out. The other two were watching and watching for him. When it was almost sundown and he still hadn’t returned they started getting worried. Then they saw a person stumbling towards them he looked awful, really bad cuts and a broken arm. They went and helped him to the fire they had made and asked him what had happened.

He said ‘I find tracks…I follow tracks…and…I got hit by a train.’

A policeman quickly comes through the scene and hears a rustling from the potato sacks. He goes over to them and kicks the first potato sack.

‘Meow!’ says the a convict. And the policeman goes to the next muttering, ‘Stupid cats.’

He kicks the second potato sack and the second convict says, ‘Woof!’

‘Stupid dogs!’ says the policeman while moving on to the next potato sack. The policeman kicks it, nothing, so he kicks it again and the last convict says, ‘Potato potato!’

“I was only going 40!” the driver protested.

“Not according to my radar,” the officer replied.

“Yes, I was!” the man shouted back.

“No you weren’t!” the policeman said, starting to get annoyed. With that, the man’s wife leaned toward the window and said,

“Officer, I should warn you not to argue with my husband when he’s been drinking.”

He continues walking along the long fence, but, being a curious person, he can’t help but wonder why they are chanting ‘Thirteen!’ over and over. Could it be that they are chugging beer? Are they perhaps taking turns beating one of the inmates? Maybe they are counting the number of patients that have leapt off of the roof thus far.

His curiosity peaks and he frantically searches for a hole in the fence so that he may see what is going on. Finally, he spots one a few feet ahead. The hole is low in the fence and he has to kneel down to peer inside.

He moves into position and peeks into the hole. As he looks in, someone inside pokes him in the eye! Then everyone inside the asylum starts chanting, ‘Fourteen! Fourteen! Fourteen!’

Ring Ring…

Hello, who is it?

Is your phone number 13498732?

No.

So, why did you pick up the phone?