[baldycoot]

A group of ducks fly over as a hunter stands up and shoots. A duck falls, but on the other side of a fence.
The hunter approaches the fence and sees a farmer next to the duck. "Can I have the duck I shot?" asks the hunter.
"It's on my property, it's my duck, unless you'd like me to call the cops." responds the farmer.
"We could settle this like real men." responds the hunter.
"Okay, the farmer says, we'll kick each other in the nuts and the first not to get up loses the duck."
"Fine." says the hunter. So the farmer raises back his steel-toed boots and kicks the hunter squarely in the nuts. The hunter keels over and slowly raises up.
"Okay you son of a bitch, my turn." says the hunter as he draws back his hunting boot.
"That's okay." says the farmer, "you can keep the duck."
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