There were two old geezers living
in the backwoods of the Ozarks....Rufus and Clarence. They
lived on opposite sides of the river and they hated each
other.
Every morning, just after sun-up, Rufus and Clarence would go
down to their respective sides of the river and yell at each
other.
"Rufus!!" Clarence would shout. "You better thank yore lucky
stars I cain't swim....er I'd swim this river and whup yore
butt!!"
"Clarence!!!" Rufus would holler back. "You better thank YOUR
lucky stars that I cain't swim...er I'd swim this river and
whup yore skinny butt!!!"
This happened every morning for twenty years. One day the Army
Corps of Engineers comes along and builds a bridge. Still,
every morning,
every day for another five years this yelling across the river
goes on, even with the bridge.
Finally....Mrs.Rufus had had enough. "Rufus!" she squallered
one day. "I cain't take no more!! Ever day for 25 years you've
been threatenin' to whup Clarence. Well, there's the
bridge......have at it."
Rufus thought for a moment. Chewed his bottom lip for another
moment.
"Woman!" he declared, snapping his suspenders into place, "I'm
goin across that thar bridge and I'm gonna whup Clarence's
butt!!!"
He walked out the door, down to the river, along the
riverbank, came to the bridge, stepped up onto the bridge,
walked about halfway over the bridge, looked up.....TURNED
TAIL AND RAN, RAN SCREAMING BACK TO THE HOUSE, SLAMMED THE
DOOR, BOLTED THE WINDOWS, GRABBED THE SHOTGUN AND DOVE,
PANTING AND HID UNDER THE BED.
"Rufus!"
cried the missus. "I thought you wuz gonna whup Clarence's
butt!!!"
"I was, woman, I was!!" he whispered.
"Rufus! cried the missus. "What in tarnation is the matter?"
"Well," muttered the terror-stricken Rufus, " I went to the
bridge......I stepped up on the bridge.....walked halfway over
the bridge....looked up....."
"And?" asked Mrs. Rufus, breathless with suspense.
"And," continued Rufus, "I saw a sign that said 'Clarance, 13
feet, 6 inches' - he ain't never looked that big from the
other side of the river!!!!!!!"