The Anonymous
Bag On My Head
Two Southern men decided that they weren’t going anywhere in life and thought they should go to college.
The first went in to see the counselor, who told him to take math, history, and logic.
“What’s logic?” the Southern man asked.
The counselor said, “Let me give you an example. Do you own a weedeater?”
“I sure do.”
“Then I can assume, using logic, that you have a yard,” replied the counselor.
“That’s real good!” said the Southern man.
The counselor continued, “Logic also tells me that since you have a yard, you also own a house.”
Impressed, the Southern man said, “Amazing!”
“And since you own a house, logic dictates that you have a wife.”
“That’s Manette! This is incredible!” The Southern man was catching on.
“Finally, since you have a wife, logically I can assume that you are heterosexual,” said the counselor.
“You’re absolutely right! Why that’s the most fascinatin’ thing I ever heard! I cain’t wait to take that logic class!”
The Southern man, proud of the new worlds opening up to him, walked back into the hallway where his friend was still waiting.
“So what classes are ya takin’?” asked the friend.
“Math, history, and logic!” replied the Southern man.
“What in tarnation is logic?” asked his friend.
“Let me give you an example. Do ya own a weedeater?” asked the Southern man.
“No,” his friend replied.
“You’re queer, ain’t ya?”
The first went in to see the counselor, who told him to take math, history, and logic.
“What’s logic?” the Southern man asked.
The counselor said, “Let me give you an example. Do you own a weedeater?”
“I sure do.”
“Then I can assume, using logic, that you have a yard,” replied the counselor.
“That’s real good!” said the Southern man.
The counselor continued, “Logic also tells me that since you have a yard, you also own a house.”
Impressed, the Southern man said, “Amazing!”
“And since you own a house, logic dictates that you have a wife.”
“That’s Manette! This is incredible!” The Southern man was catching on.
“Finally, since you have a wife, logically I can assume that you are heterosexual,” said the counselor.
“You’re absolutely right! Why that’s the most fascinatin’ thing I ever heard! I cain’t wait to take that logic class!”
The Southern man, proud of the new worlds opening up to him, walked back into the hallway where his friend was still waiting.
“So what classes are ya takin’?” asked the friend.
“Math, history, and logic!” replied the Southern man.
“What in tarnation is logic?” asked his friend.
“Let me give you an example. Do ya own a weedeater?” asked the Southern man.
“No,” his friend replied.
“You’re queer, ain’t ya?”
