All this talk of Texas...

in my previous blog post's comments has got me all reminiscent about the days of yore.

Jiggs's comment earlier today reminded me of this joke we used to tell in grade school (and I'm sure everyone has heard), but I thought I'd share it with everyone:

There's this kid, whose name is Texas, who starts out at a new school. He's kind of scrawny and awkward, so he doesn't really have many friends and tends to get picked on a lot during the school day.

This other kid Ralph is kind of the school bully, so he's been punching Texas, calling him names, etc. For his birthday that year (which happened to be right after the start of school), Ralph got a brand new pocket knife, which he was very excited about.

So, anyway, one day soon after, Ralph takes his knife to school to show off to his friends and eventually decides to scare Texas with it. His friends are egging him on to 'cut the kid', etc, and so eventually Ralph decides he hates this little punk enough to stab him in the chest and kill him.

Then Ralph and his buddies run off, leaving the knife, to go back to recess or eat lunch or whatever.

Later that day, Ralph comes home and his mom notices that he's not whittling with his knife like he had been for the several days prior.

Mom: "Ralph, where's your new knife?"

Ralph: "Oh, I lost it mom."

Mom: "Aww.. really, do you have any idea where you might have left it?"

Ralph: "Yeah...(singing) Deep in the heart of Texas"


...and scene.