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Ol Blue!​

A young Jackaroo from outback Queensland goes off to university, but halfway through the semester he has squandered all his money. So, he calls home.
'Dad,' he says, 'you won't believe what modern education is
developing...they actually have a programme here in Brisbane that will teach our dog Ol' Blue how to talk.'
'That's bloody amazing!' his dad says. 'How do I get Ol' Blue in that program?'
'Just send him down here with $12,000,' the young jackaroo says, 'I'll get him in the course. 'It's not cheap Dad.
So, his father sends the dog and $12,000.
About two-thirds through the semester, the money again runs out because the sons living high. The boy calls home.
'So, how's Ol' Blue doing, son?' his father wants to know. 'Awesome! Dad, he's talking up a storm, Dad they can't shut the old bugger up but wait...... you just won't believe this.
‘They've had such good results with talking, they've begun to teach the animals how to read.'
'Read?' exclaims his father. 'No kidding! How do we get Ol' Blue in that programme?'
'Just send $14,500. I'll get him in the class.'
The money promptly arrives. But our hero has a problem. At the end of the year, his father will find out the dog can neither talk nor read. So, he shoots the dog. When he arrives home at the end of the year, his father is all excited.
'Where's Ol' Blue? I just can't wait to talk with him and see him read something!'
'Dad', the boy says, 'I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home,
‘I threw Ol Blue in the back of the ute, he kicked back on his blanket with the latest copy of the Wall Street Journal. After about 3 hours we stopped for a rest-break then he suddenly turned to me and asked, 'So, is your old man still having it off with that little redhead barmaid with big boobs from the local pub?''
The father groans and whispers, 'I hope you shot that bastard before he talks to your Mother!'
'I sure did, Dad!'
'That's my boy!'
The kid went on to be a very successful lawyer.