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el Guapo

My Favorite Mule Bessie
Clyde, a farmer in Alabama, decided his injuries from the accident were serious enough to take the trucking company (responsible for the accident) to court. In court the trucking company's fancy lawyer was questioning Clyde. 'Didn't you say at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine?'' asked the lawyer. Clyde responded, 'Well, I'll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favorite mule Bessie into the...' 'I didn't ask for any details,' the lawyer interrupted, 'just answer the question. Did you or did you not say 'I'm fine' at the scene of the accident?' Clyde said, 'Well, yes, but I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I was driving down the road...' The lawyer interrupted again and said, 'Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now several weeks after the accident he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question.' By this time the Judge was fairly interested in Clyde's answer and said to the lawyer, 'I'd like to hear what he has to say about his favorite mule, Bessie.' Clyde thanked the Judge and proceeded, 'Well, like I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into the trailer and was driving her down the highway when this huge semi-truck and trailer ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurting real bad and didn't want to move. However, I could hear ole Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape just by her groans. 'About that time a Highway Patrolman came on the scene. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over to her. 'After he looked at her he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes. 'Then the Patrolman came across the road with his gun in his hand and looked at me and said, 'And, how are you feeling?''


Good one. Jerry Clower tells a similar story, but he has a great Mississippi accent to go along with it.