Tim and Joe went to the fair. They came across a small crowd gathered around a stall and went over to take a look.

"What's going on?" Tim asked one of the crowd. "We're watching to see if some idiot can ride that bronco machine," he said nodding towards a fearsome looking machine.

"Nobody has managed to stay on for the full three minutes yet. And there's a prize of $1000 for anybody who can."

"I can do that!" Tim said confidently.

"No you can't," said Joe.

"I sure as hell can!" said Tim.

"You'll get yourself killed if you try and ride that monster," said Joe.

"Watch this," said Tim and climbed aboard the bronco machine.

The machine thrashed wildly, up and down, from side to side, around in circles but still a grim-faced Tim clung to its back.

After two minutes the machine was bucking almost vertically and spinning until Tim was a blur.

But when the three minutes were up Tim was still on the machine's back acknowledging the cheers and cries from the small crowd.

He dismounted, collected his winnings and rejoined Joe.

"Where in hell did you learn to ride a bucking bronco like that!?" Joe asked.

"Remember three months ago," Tim said... "When my wife had a whooping cough...?"

I thought you were going to say, "I practiced it on the Run Away Bed at the CHEAP Motel next door, that had a Vibrator built into it, that worked on a dime" !! AHAAN AHAAN !!

FH.

That reminds me of a genius who used to rub an ice cube to the shape of a SHILLING in the U.K. to heat his apartment and used to drop this into the GAS Meter and it kept his room warm all the time for NO Cost to him and they could not figure it out at all.

But they knew he was heating his room, for NOTHIN, because the Gas meter was spinning away supplying the heater. fh.