My Dad, The Jokester

I found this among some of my dad's papers. I don't remember him ever telling a joke, his humor was the ribbing and some practical jokes, so this must have struck his funny bone for him to write it down.

Problem:

If a pig drank several whiskey sours before he started,
and ran a mile before he farted,
how far could he run before he shits.

Calculation:

Now in order for me to win this bet
I first must take you to where the first fart was let.
A farmer said he saw the pig pass
With whiskey shooting from his ass.
Now the farmer was a mile away
From where the pig started
And passed the farmer just as he farted.
It was so funny the farmer had to laugh
While the pig nearly ran a mile and half.
Now it seems to me if he could keep his wits
He could run five miles before he shits.


I found this on the day dad died, he helped us laugh and remember the good times we had together. We all could see him laughing along with us. Thanks dad, you helped me through one of the worst times of my life, just like you always did.