A young bloke has started work on a
property, and the boss sends him up the back paddocks to do some fencing work, but come
evening he's half an hour late. The boss gets on the CB radio to check if he's all right.
"I've got a problem, Boss. I'm stuck
'ere. I've hit a pig!"
"Ah well, these things happen
sometimes," the boss says.
"Just drag the carcass off the road so
nobody else hits it in the dark."
"But he's not dead, boss. He's gotten
tangled up on the bull bar, and I've tried to untangle him, but he's kicking and
squealing, and he's real big boss. I'm afraid he's gonna hurt me!"
"Never mind," says the boss.
"There's a .303 under the tarp in the back. Get that out and shoot him. Then drag the
carcass off the road and come on home."
"Okay, boss."
Another half an hour goes by, but there's
still not a peep from the young fella. The boss gets back on the CB. "What's the
problem, son?"
"Well, I did what you said boss, but
I'm still stuck."
"What's up? Did you drag the pig off
the road like I said?"
"Yeah boss, but his motorcycle is
still jammed under the truck."
