Rowboat

Once there were twin brothers by the name of Jones. Fred Jones was married, and Frank Jones was single. The single brother Joe was the proud owner of a dilapidated row boat. It happened that Fred Jones’ wife died the same day that Frank’s rowboat filled with water and sank.

A few days later, a kind old lady met Frank and thought he was Fred. She said, “Oh Mr. Jones, I am sorry to hear of your great loss, you must feel terrible”.

Frank smiled and said, “Well, I am not a bit sorry, she was rather old from the start. Her bottom was all chewed up and she smelled of dead fish. Even the first time I got into her, she made water faster than anything I ever saw. She had a bad crack and a pretty big hole in her front, and that hole got bigger every time I used her. It got so I could barely handle her, but if anyone else used her she leaked like anything. The thing that finished her was four guys from the other side of town. They came down looking for a good time and asked if I could lend her to them. I warned them she wasn’t so hot, but they could take a crack at her if they liked. Well, the result was that the crazy fools tried to get inside her all at once and it was too much for her. She cracked right up the middle.”

Before he could finish, the old lady fainted!