milagros317
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Two redneck hunters from Mississippi got a pilot to fly them to Canada to
hunt moose. They bagged six.
As they started loading the plane for the return trip home the pilot said the
plane could take only four moose.
The two good old boys objected strongly. "Last year we shot six, and the
pilot let us put them all on board; he had the same plane as yours."
Reluctantly, the pilot gave in and all six were loaded.
However, even on full power, the little plane couldn't handle the load and
went down a few moments after take-off.
Climbing out of the wreck, looking sadly at the dead body of the pilot, Bubba
asked Earl, "Any idea where we are?"
"Yaaah, I think we's pretty close to where we crashed last year. "
😛 😛
hunt moose. They bagged six.
As they started loading the plane for the return trip home the pilot said the
plane could take only four moose.
The two good old boys objected strongly. "Last year we shot six, and the
pilot let us put them all on board; he had the same plane as yours."
Reluctantly, the pilot gave in and all six were loaded.
However, even on full power, the little plane couldn't handle the load and
went down a few moments after take-off.
Climbing out of the wreck, looking sadly at the dead body of the pilot, Bubba
asked Earl, "Any idea where we are?"
"Yaaah, I think we's pretty close to where we crashed last year. "
😛 😛
good one!
