A young Southern boy goes off to college, but about a third of the way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered what money his parents gave him. Then he gets an idea. He calls his daddy.
"Dad," he says, "you won't believe the wonders that modern education are coming up with. Why, they actually have a program here that will teach our dog Ol' Blue how to talk!"
"That's absolutely amazing," his father says. "How do I get him into that program?"
"Just send him down here with $1,000," the boy says, "I'll get him into the course." So, his father sends the dog and $1,000.
About two-thirds of the way through the semester, the money runs out. The boy calls his father again.
"So, how's Ol' Blue doing, son?" his father asks.
"Great, Dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just won't believe this. They've had such good results with this program, they've implemented a new one to teach the animals how to read!"
"Read?" says his father. "No kidding? What do I have to do to get him in that program?"
"Just send $2,500, I'll get him in the class."
His father sends the money. But the boy has a problem. At the end of the year, his father will find out that the dog can neither talk nor read, so he shoots the dog.
When he gets home, his father is all excited.
"Where's Ol' Blue? I can't wait to see him talk and read something."
"Dad," the boy says, "I have some sad news. This morning, when I got out of the shower, Ol' Blue was in the living room kicking back in the recliner, reading the morning paper, like he usually does. Then he turned to me and asked, 'So, is your daddy still messing around with that little redhead
who lives on Oak Street?'"
The father says, "I hope you shot that son of a #$%* before he talks to your mother."
"I sure did, Dad!"
"That's my boy."
