“P.S. The latest style is to wear them folded down with a little fur showing.”

The first surgeon says, “I like to see accountants on my operating table, because when you open them up, everything is numbered.

The second surgeon responds, “Yeah, but you should try electricians! Everything inside them is color coded.”

The third surgeon says, “No, I really think the file clerks are the best; everything inside them is in alphabetical order.”

The fourth surgeon chimes in, “You know, I like construction workers. Those guys always understand when you have a few parts left over at the end, and when the job takes longer than you said it would.”

But the fifth surgeon shut them all up when he observed, “You’re all wrong. Lawyers are the easiest to operate on. There’s no guts, no heart, and no spine, and the head and rear end are interchangeable.”

The farmer said, “OK, but don’t go in that field over yonder.”

The water representative said “Look here, old man, I have the full authority of the federal government with me! See this card? This little card means I am allowed to go wherever I want, whenever I want, on any agricultural land. No questions asked or answered! Have I made myself perfectly clear? Do you understand? I need nothing but this card to go anywhere on your property.”

The farmer nodded politely and went about his farm chores. A few minutes later, the old farmer heard loud screams and saw the water rep running for the fence. And running close behind and gaining ground fast, was the farmer’s prize bull.

The bull was gaining on the water representative with every step. So the farmer ran to the fence and shouted out:

“Your card! Your card! Show him your card!”

W opened it, looked in, then slammed it shut and stormed back into the house.

As the elder Bush was getting ready to edge the lawn, looking his son, little W. came back out to the mailbox, opened it, felt all the way to the back, and then slammed it closed harder than ever.

Puzzled by his son’s actions, George (senior) asked him, “Is something wrong?”

To which he replied, “There certainly is! My stupid computer keeps saying, “YOU’VE GOT MAIL.”