Irving Patrick Freleigh
01-23-2007, 01:26 PM
Blockheaded Barney was on vacation in Wisconsin Dells when he stopped into a bar to wet his whistle one night.
The man on the stool next to Barney, an American Indian, turned to him and said, "Hey mister, why don't we play a game? I'll ask you a riddle, and if you can answer it correctly I'll buy you your next beer. If you can't answer it, then you have to buy me a beer."
"Sounds good to me!" Barney said. "What's the riddle?"
"My parents had a child. It was not my brother. It was not my sister. Who was it?"
Barney puzzled over this for a minute. "I don't know. I give up."
"It was me!" the indian said. So Barney paid for the next round of beers.
A few weeks later, after Barney had returned home from vacation, he was at the neighborhood bar with his friend. He turned to his friend and said, "Hey, let's play a game. I'll ask you a riddle and if you can answer it correctly, I'll buy you your next beer. But if you can't answer it, you have to buy me a beer."
"Okay," the friend said. "What's the riddle."
"My parents had a child. It was not my brother. It was not my sister. Who was it?"
The friend thought for a minute. "I give up. Who was the child?"
Barney replied, "It was some Indian guy up in Wisconsin Dells!"
The man on the stool next to Barney, an American Indian, turned to him and said, "Hey mister, why don't we play a game? I'll ask you a riddle, and if you can answer it correctly I'll buy you your next beer. If you can't answer it, then you have to buy me a beer."
"Sounds good to me!" Barney said. "What's the riddle?"
"My parents had a child. It was not my brother. It was not my sister. Who was it?"
Barney puzzled over this for a minute. "I don't know. I give up."
"It was me!" the indian said. So Barney paid for the next round of beers.
A few weeks later, after Barney had returned home from vacation, he was at the neighborhood bar with his friend. He turned to his friend and said, "Hey, let's play a game. I'll ask you a riddle and if you can answer it correctly, I'll buy you your next beer. But if you can't answer it, you have to buy me a beer."
"Okay," the friend said. "What's the riddle."
"My parents had a child. It was not my brother. It was not my sister. Who was it?"
The friend thought for a minute. "I give up. Who was the child?"
Barney replied, "It was some Indian guy up in Wisconsin Dells!"