PET FISH
>
> A redneck with a bucket full of live
>fish was approached recently by a game warden in Southeastern Kentucky
>as he started to drive his boat away from a lake.
>
> The game warden asked the man, "May I
>see your fishing license please?"
>
> "Naw, sir," replied the redneck. "I
>don't need none of them there papers.
> These here are my pet fish."
>
> "Pet fish??"
>
> "Yep. Once a week, I bring these here
>fish o'mine down to the lake and let 'em swim 'round for a while.
>Then when I whistle, they swim right back into my net and I take 'em home."
>
> "What a line of bull....you're
>under arrest."
>
> The redneck said, "It's the truth, Mr.
>Gov'ment Man. I'll show ya! We do this all the time!!"
>
> "WE do, now, do WE?" smirked the warden.
>"PROVE it!"
>
> The redneck released the fish into the
>lake and stood and waited.
>After a few minutes, the warden
>said, "Well?"
>
> "Well, what?" said the redneck.
>
> The warden asked, "When are you going
>to call them back?"
>
> "Call who back?"
>
> "The FISH," replied the warden!
>
> "What fish?" asked the redneck.
>
> MORAL:
>
> We may not be as smart as some city
>slickers, but we ain't as dumb as some government employees.
>
> You can say what you want about the
>South, but you never hear of anyone retiring and moving north.

When I retire I am going to move up North and drive slow in the Left lane with my turn signal on.

I will also tell you "that's not how we did it" down South.

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