Three Rednecks were working up on a cell phone tower:
> Cooter, Ronnie
> and Donnie.
>
>
> As they start their descent Cooter slips,
> falls off the tower and is killed instantly.
>
> As the ambulance takes the body away,
> Ronnie says, 'Well, damn, someone should go and tell
> his wife.'
>
>
> Donnie says, 'OK, I'm pretty good at that
> sensitive stuff, I'll do it.
>
> 'Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of
> Budweiser.
>
> Ronnie says, 'Where did you get that beer,
> Donnie?' '
>
> Cooter's wife gave it to me,' Ronnie replies.
>
> 'That's unbelievable, you told the lady her
> husband was dead and she
> gave you a case of beer?'
>
>
> 'Well, not exactly', Donnie says. 'When she
> answered the door, I said
> to her, 'you must be Cooter's widow'.'
>
> She said, 'You must be mistaken, I'm not a
> widow.'
>
> Then I said, 'I'll bet you a case of Budweiser
> you are.'
>
> Rednecks Are Good At This Sensitive AppleSauce.
