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Earl and Jethro went to the county fair. They came across a small crowd gathered around a stall and went over to take a look.

"What's going on?" Earl asked one of people in the crowd.

"We're watching to see if some idiot can ride that bronco machine," he said, nodding towards a fearsome looking machine. "Nobody has managed to stay on for the full three minutes yet and there's a prize of $1000 for anybody who can."

"I can do that!" Earl said confidently.

"No you can't," said Jethro.

"I surer than hell can!" said Earl.

"You'll get yourself killed if you try and ride that monster!" said Jethro.

"Watch this," said Earl and climbed aboard the bronco machine.

The machine thrashed wildly, up and down, from side to side and around in circles but still a grim-faced Earl clung to its back. After two minutes the machine was bucking almost vertically and spinning until Earl was almost a blur. But when the three minutes were up, Earl was still on the machine's back acknowledging the cheers and cries from the small crowd.

He dismounted, collected his winnings and rejoined Jethro.

"Where in hell did you learn to ride a bucking bronco like that!?" Jethro asked.

"Well, remember three months ago?" replied Earl, "When my wife Edna had whooping cough...?"

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