I heard J'inn went Hunting this year for his Birthday...
J'inn is out hunting. He nails a duck on the wing which falls into the yard of a broken down house.
Then J'inn climbs over the fence and is about to get the duck when a bent, bearded man comes out of the house with a shotgun in his hands.
"What ya doing", the old codger asks.
"Just getting the duck I shot", replied J'inn.
"Nope. It's on my property. It's mine.", the codger retorted.
"But I shot it!", J'inn argued.
The old codger thinks for a moment.
"Tell ya what. We'll do it the way we settled things in the old days. I get to kick you in the groin. Then, if you can stand up, you get to kick me. The one who can't get up loses and the winner keeps the duck."
J'inn looks at the frail looking old geezer, and immediately agrees.
The old man rears back and kicks J'inn square in the groin with his (hitherto not known about) steel-tipped boots. J'inn drops like a stone, retching and gagging, all curled up in the fetal position.
A few moments later he struggles to his feet, vomit dripping from his lips, and sneers back at the old man, and rasps, "OK gramps, MY turn!"
"Nah," the codger says, "you can have the duck."
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Happy birthday J'inn, and many more to one of the Funniest people I know.
stephen