Then there was the cattle rancher who had to get his herd to the Port of New Orleans to ship them out. He did this by driving the herd through the city streets of New Orleans. Of course he ran into a problem he encountered the funeral procession of a noted New Orleans musician. It brought the herd to a complete halt. The rancher tried several different means of getting the marching band to move out of the way,but the band leader was adamant and refused to move.
Finally the rancher told the band leader that he had a large supply of marijuana suppositories that he would give him if he let the herd through. The band leader had never heard of such a thing, but the thought of one up the ass and then being high for a day or two sold him.
The band spread apart, the cattle got through and everyone was happy.The moral?
A herd in the band is worth boo in the tush.
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