A farmer buys a new rooster to replace his old one and puts him in the chicken coop.
The new rooster walks up arrogantly to the old rooster and says, “Out of the way old man! These are my hens now. Your time is done.” The old rooster rolls his eyes.
“Alright, fine, I get it. I’m old. But I still have some living left to do, and won’t give up my hens so easily. There is only room in this coop for one of us. Let’s settle it this way: we race around the coop. The winner stays, and the other goes.” The young rooster agrees to the challenge.
The old rooster says, “But listen, I’m not the young cockerel I once was. You have to give me a 5-second head start to make it fair.” The young rooster agrees to these terms.
When race time comes, the young rooster counts down to start it. “3… 2…1… go!” The old rooster takes off running, giving it his all. After 5 seconds, the new rooster takes off after him. As they round the race’s first turn, the new rooster is already about to catch up to the old one, right on his heels.
The farmer is sitting on his porch watching. He stands up, grabs his shotgun, and shoots the young rooster, leaving only some blood and feathers. He says, “DAMN IT! That’s the third gay rooster I’ve bought this month!”
Explanation: This joke plays on the cleverness of the old rooster. Knowing he can’t outrun the young rooster, he devises a plan to make it look like the young one is chasing him. The farmer, mistaking the race for something else, shoots the young rooster, believing he’s bought yet another “gay” rooster. The humor comes from the farmer’s misunderstanding, the cleverness of the old rooster, and the exaggerated frustration of the situation.
