The ticket agent asked, 'Sir, what's that under your arm?'
The old farmer said, 'That's my pet rooster Chucky. Wherever I go, Chucky goes.'
'I'm sorry, sir,' said the ticket agent, 'We can't allow animals in the theater.'
The old farmer went around the corner and stuffed the bird down his pants.
He returned to the booth, bought a ticket and entered the theater.
He sat down next to two widows named Mildred and Marge.
The movie started and the rooster began to squirm.
The old farmer unzipped his pants so Chucky could stick his head out and watch the movie.
'Marge,' whispered Mildred.
'What?' said Marge.
'I think the guy next to me is a pervert.'
'What makes you think so?' asked Marge.
'He unzipped his pants and he has his thing out,' whispered Mildred.
'Well, don't worry about it,' said Marge. 'At our age we've seen 'em all.'
'I thought so too,' said Mildred, 'but this one's eating my popcorn.'"
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