Three bulls heard via the grapevine that
the rancher was going to bring yet
another bull onto the ranch, and the
prospect raised a discussion among them.

First Bull: "Boys, we all know I've
been here 5 years. Once we settled our
differences, we agreed on which 100 of
the cows would be mine. Now, I don't
know where this newcomer is going to
get HIS cows, but I ain't givin' him
any of mine."

Second Bull: "That pretty much says it
for me, too. I've been here 3 years and
have earned my right to the 50 cows
we've agreed are mine. I'll fight 'im
till I run him off or kill 'im, but
I am keepin' all my cows."

Third Bull: "I've only been here a year,
and so far you guys have only let me
have 10 cows to "take care of". I may
not be as big as you fellows (yet) but
I am young and virile, so I simply MUST
keep all MY cows."

They had just finished their big talk
when an eighteen-wheeler pulls up in the
middle of the pasture with only one
animal in it: the biggest
Son-of-Another-Bull these guys had ever
seen! At 4700 pounds, each step he took
toward the ground strained the steel
ramp to the breaking point.

First Bull: "You know, it's actually
been some time since I really felt I was
doing all my cows justice, anyway. I
think I can spare a few for our new
friend."

Second Bull: "I'll have plenty of cows
to take care of if I just stay on the
opposite end of the pasture from HIM.
I'm certainly not looking for an
argument."

They look over at their young friend,
the 3rd bull, and find him pawing the
dirt, shaking his horns, and snorting.

First Bull: "Son, let me give you some
advice real quick. Let him have some of
your cows and live to tell about it."

Third Bull: "Hell, Mister, he can have
all my cows. I'm just making sure he
knows I'M a bull!"

this one got me rolling on the floor.

nice one here.