Jack was sitting on the plane when a guy took the seat beside him. The guy was an emotional wreck, pale, hands shaking, moaning in fear.
"What's the matter?" Jack asked.
"I've been transferred to St. Louis, there's crazy people there.
They've got lots of shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, poor public schools, and the highest crime rate."
Jack replied, "I've lived in St. Louis all my life. It's not as bad as the media says.
Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business, enroll your kids in a nice private School. It's as safe a place as anywhere in the world."
The guy relaxed and stopped shaking and said, "Oh, thank you. I've been worried to death.
But if you live there and say it's OK, I'll take your word for it. What do you do for a living?"
"Me?" said Jack.
"I'm a tail gunner on a Budweiser truck."
Thanks Gene
Note: This joke was originally written about New Orleans. I changed the locale because New Orleans has had more than its share of misery. It could be almost any large city. They all have their bad areas. And I know all about it in St. Louis.
4 comments:
There's also the difficulty that Miller is in St. Louis, while Budweiser is the out-of-state competition.
Crudweiser?
Hard to believe there is still a market for that crap ever since bottled water hit the shelves.
lol
Photoshopped for sure. Look at the side of the truck...
it says "Refreshing"
That word or the word "Budweiser" had to be photoshopped as both words rarely appear together.
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