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A man sat at the bar and said, "Today's a special day, I'm celebrating."
"What a coincidence!" said the woman next to him.
"I'm celebrating, too," she continued, clinking glasses with him.
"And what are you celebrating?"
"I'm a chicken farmer, and for years all my hens were infertile,
but today they're finally fertile."
"What a coincidence!" the woman said, "For years my husband and I have
been trying to have a child, and today, my gynaecologist told me I'm
pregnant."
"How did your chickens become fertile?" she asked.
"I switched cocks," he replied.
"What a coincidence!" she said.
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[Contributed by Peter Woods]
If it wasn't for the last minute, nothing would get done.
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