A duck walks into a bar around lunchtime, sits down and orders a beer and a sandwich.
The bartender looks at him and says, “Oh my God, a talking duck! What are you doing here?”
The duck replies, “I’m dry-walling the building across the street. I’ll be in town for a few days.”
The next day, the duck walks back into the bar and the bartender says, “Hey duck, I was telling someone about you last night. They’re really interested in meeting with you!”
“Is that so?”
“There’s a travelling circus in town,” the bartender explained. “The ringmaster was in here last night and thought you’d be a star attraction for them!”
The duck looked puzzled and says, “Why the hell would a circus need a dry-waller?”
A guy sees an advertisement in a pet-shop window: “Talking Centipede $100.”
The guy goes in and buys it. He gets home, opens the box and asks the centipede if he wants to go for a walk.
The centipede doesn’t answer, so the guy closes the lid, convinced he’s been swindled. Thirty minutes later he decides to try again.
He raises his voice and shouts, “Do you want to go for a walk?”
The centipede pokes his head out of the box and says,
“Pipe down! I heard you the first time. I’m putting on my shoes!”
On the way home from a hunt, a hunter stops by the grocery store.
“Give me a couple of steaks,” he says.
“We’re out of steaks but we have hot dogs and chicken,” says the butcher.
“Hotdogs and chicken?!” yells the hunter. “How can I tell my wife I bagged a couple of hotdogs and chickens?”
