A big city lawyer went duck hunting in South Louisiana. He shot
and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer's field on the other
side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly
farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing. The
litigator responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and
now I'm going into retrieve it."
The old farmer replied. "This is my property, and you are not
coming over here."
The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys
in the U.S. and, if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you and take everything you own."
The old farmer smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we
do things in Louisiana. We rule ourselves under the Napoleonic Code.
We settle small disagreements like this with the Louisiana Three
Kick Rule."
The lawyer asked, "What is the Louisiana Three Kick Rule?" The
Farmer replied.
"Well, first I kick you three times and then you kick me three times, and so on, back and forth, until someone gives up."
The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and
decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom. The old farmer slowly climbed down from the
tractor and walked up to the city feller.
His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the
lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees where he immediately
vomited.
The geezer's second kick nearly ripped the man's nose off his face.
The barrister was flat on his belly when the farmer's third kick
to a kidney nearly caused him to give up.
The lawyer summoned every bit of his dark heart, vengeful will and
managed to get to his feet and said, "Okay, you old coot; now it's
my turn."
The geezer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the
duck."
 Irahatam · Thu Feb 28, 2008 @ 09:23am · 0 Comments |
