FileTitle: Joke491.html
Category: Humor
Type: Joke
Description: Classic Commuppance
Subject: A Texan and an Israeli....

A Texan was driving in the Israeli desert.  He was feeling thirsty,
and he noticed a tiny house in the distance, so he drove up and knocked
on the door.

The owner, a wrinkled old man, let him in and gave him a glass of water.
"Do you own this place?" asked the Texan, making polite converstion.

"Yes."

"Why do you live out here in the desert?"

"I raise chicken."

The Texan looked around him.  "How big is this place, anyway?"

"Hmmmm...it must be about twenty yards at the front. And at the back
it's maybe sixty! Well, fifty at least."

The texan grinned.  "Back in the states," he said, I own a ranch just
outside Dallas.  I get up at dawn, and get into my car and drive.  I
keep driving all day, right into the evening.  And I still don't reach
the boundary of my ranch."

"Oh dear," siad the old amn, "I once had a car like that."