Ha!!!
(I mean that both in the direct, plain sense of “that was funny,” and in the silly, continuing-with-the-premise sense of “joke 32 is indeed a funnier version”).
A cowboy is reviewing his medical history with his doctor, and the Doctor says, “You put on this form, No accidents”. Didn’t I treat you for the time that horse kicked you and broke several ribs? And another time when you were bit by a rattlesnake?"
The cowboy replies, “Heck Doc, them warn’t no accidents. They done it on purpose.”
Story from the help desk at the state’s Department of Natural Resources - pre Internet days.
(phone rings)
“Hello, this is the Department of Natural Resources, how may I help you?”
“My husband just went hunting with his buddies and brought home a deer. It’s hanging in the garage and he has no idea how to go about cutting it up for venison.”
(Department employee goes through a quick lesson on butchering a deer.) “And remember to do this quickly or the fecal material will contaminate the meat.”
(Caller thanks him and hangs up.)
(Phone rings again.)
“I just called a few minutes ago. What is fecal material.”
“Deer turds.”
(Caller thanks him again and hangs up.)
(Phone rings again.)
“This is the lady again. My husband sawed the antlers off and set them on the floor. Then he started cutting up the deer, slipped on the blood, and sat down on the antlers. Now he’s in the hospital getting his butt stitched up. What should I do?”
(The Department of Natural Resources employee bites his tongue.)