Three rednecks were working up on a cell phone tower: Cooter, Ronnie and Donnie.
As they start their descent, Cooter slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly. As the ambulance takes the body away, Ronnie says, "Well, shucks, someone better go tell his wife."
Donnie says, "OK, I'm pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I'll do it."
Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of Budweiser.
Ronnie says, "Where'd you get that beer, Donnie?"
"Cooter's wife give it to me," Ronnie replies.
"That's unbelievable, you told the lady her husband was dead and she gave you beer?"
"Well, not exactly," Donnie says. "When she answered the door, I said to her, "you must be Cooter's widow."
She said, "You must be mistaken. I'm not a widow."
Then I said, "I'll bet you a case of Budweiser you are."
Rednecks are good at that sensitive stuff.
As they start their descent, Cooter slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly. As the ambulance takes the body away, Ronnie says, "Well, shucks, someone better go tell his wife."
Donnie says, "OK, I'm pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I'll do it."
Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of Budweiser.
Ronnie says, "Where'd you get that beer, Donnie?"
"Cooter's wife give it to me," Ronnie replies.
"That's unbelievable, you told the lady her husband was dead and she gave you beer?"
"Well, not exactly," Donnie says. "When she answered the door, I said to her, "you must be Cooter's widow."
She said, "You must be mistaken. I'm not a widow."
Then I said, "I'll bet you a case of Budweiser you are."
Rednecks are good at that sensitive stuff.
Donnie is thinking of getting into the grief counseling business, right?
