Thursday 23 July 2009

Too weak even for JJ

Driving along a country lane I saw a particularly lifelike scarecrow. I pulled up to take a closer look and realised that what I thought was a scarecrow was actually a man. I watched for a few minutes, during which time he stood perfectly still, not even blinking. Puzzled, I opened the gate and walked across the field to him.

'I've been watching you now for a few minutes and you haven't moved, not so much as a muscle twitch. I'm puzzled: what are you doing?'

'I'm waiting for my Nobel prize.'

'But to be awarded a Nobel prize you have to do something really special, something outstanding.'

'That's right, and I'm a farmer out standing in his field.'

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