"Now I hope you realize we expect you to cut down at least 100 trees a day," the foreman told her. The blonde woman didn't see this as a problem, so she went out with the Chainsaw and did her best.
She came back sweating like a pig. 'Christ, how many trees did you cut down?' asked the foreman.
'6' she replied.
'What!? You have to do beter than that. Get up earlier tommorow.' The foreman said. So she did. Out she went with the chainsaw, she came back that night exhausted.
'How many this time?' asked the foreman.
'12' she said.
The foreman says, 'That does it. I'm coming out there with you tommorow morning.'
The next morning, the foreman reaches the first tree and says, 'This is how to cut down trees really quickly.' He pulls the rope on the chainsaw and it gives off a loud BRRRRRRUM. He notices the blonde is looking at him frantically. So he asks her what's wrong. She replies, 'What the hell is that?'
She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but she slides down the side of the horse anyway. The horse gallops along, seemingly ignorant of its slipping rider.
Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts to leap away from the horse and throw herself to safety. Unfortunately, her foot becomes entangled in the stirrup, and she is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground over and over.
She starts to lose consciousness, but to her great fortune, Bobby, the Wal-Mart greeter, sees her and unplugs the horse.
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