Lion Tamer
By Two unemployed guys are talking. One says, “I’m going to become a lion tamer.”
The other replies, “That’s crazy, you don’t know nothing about no lion taming.”
“I can figure it out!”
“Well, OK, answer me this. When one of those lions comes at you all roaring and biting, what you gonna do?”
“Well, then I take that big chair they all carry, and I stick it in his face until he backs down.”
“Well, what if the lion takes that big paw, and hooks the chair with them big claws, and throws that chair out of the cage? What do you do then?”
“Well, then I takes that whip they all carry, and I whip him and whip him until he backs down.”
“Well, what if that lion bites that whip with his big teeth, and bites it in two? What you gonna do then?”
“Well, then I take that gun they all carry, and I shoot him.”
“Well, what if that gun doesn’t work? What will you do then?”
“Well, then I pick up some of the crap that’s on the bottom of the cage, and I throw it in his eyes, and I run out of the cage.”
“Well, what if there ain’t no crap on the bottom of the cage? What you gonna do then?”
“Well, that’s dumb. If that lion comes at me, and he throws the chair out of the cage, and he bites the whip in two, and my gun don’t work, there’s going to be some crap on the bottom of that cage, you can bet on that.”
