To: P.S.N. who wrote (1240 ) 1/27/1999 11:06:00 PM From: Peter S. Maroulis Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 2733
Johnny Cochran, the celebrity Lawyer was recently duck hunting up in Montana, and was trying to climb through a fence in order to retrieve a duck he had just shot. Just as he wriggled thru, an old a battered pick-up truck slammed to a halt next to the fence, and an even older and wrinkled farmer scooted out, and asked, "Whatre' you doin on my property, young feller?" "Oh, hello. I'm just retrieving a duck I just shot. It landed just over there." He said, pointing to the middle of the small field. "Well, that duck has fallen on my side of this here fence, so now its mine!" said the old farmer. Mr. Cochran asked the old man if he knew who he was and who he was talking to. "Nope." The old man answered. "Don't rightly know, and don't rightly care!" "I'm Mr. Johnny Cochran, defense attorney from Los Angeles California. You might remember I'm the man that got O.J. Simpson off scot-free. If you don't hand over that duck that I just shot, I'll sue you for your ranch, your farm your equipment, your livestock and everything else that you own. I can leave you on the street and penniless." "Well," chuckled the old man, "here in Montana, the onliest law we go by is called the Montana 3 kick law." "Never heard of it" said Mr.Cochran. "Well, its easy. I kick you three times. And, if you are able to get to your feet and kick me three times, you get that duck." He said, pointing out to his field. Mr. Cochran thought about this deeply, and sizing up that old man, plus thinking about his early childhood growing up in the ghetto with more than a few tough gangs, he decided to give it a go. "Fair enough" said the lawyer. 'Wham', that old farmer quickly kneed him severely in his groin, and as he was falling to the cold ground, he kicked him with all his might in his face. As he was laying on the ground trying to regain his senses, that old farmer reared back and gave him another severe kick to the ribs. Very slowly, the attorney got to his knees, shook his head to relieve the searing pain, and said.."alright" gulping for air, "it's my turn." "Forget it," said the farmer, "you can have the duck."