A man walks into a pet shop and says to the owner. "Ok I want to buy a pet, but I don't want a boring normal pet, no cats, or dogs or budgies I want something different." The pet shop owner informs him that he has a talking centipede. "really?" Says the man "How much?" The owner informs him that the talking centipede is ??50. Happy with the unusual offering the man pays the money and takes his new pet home.

On getting home he lays the match box with the centipede in it on the table, opens it and says "Hello mr centipede, fancy going to the pub for a few drinks?" The centipede says nothing. Figuring it must be tired from the journey he decides to leave it for an hour and try again later.

An hour later he opens the match box and says "Hello mr centipede, fancy going to the pub for a few drinks?" The centipede again says nothing. Starting to get suspicious the man decides he will give it one more hour, and if the centipede doesn't talk he will take it back to the shop for a refund.

An hour later the man opens the match box and says "Hello mr centipede, fancy going to the pub for a few drinks?" The centipede says "I heard you the first time you moron! I'm putting my shoes on!"

We recently spent $2500 on a young Black Angus bull. We put him out with the herd but he just ate grass and wouldn't even look at a cow. I was beginning to suspect he was gay, if that's possible with a bull.
Anyhow,I had the Vet come have a look at him. He said the bull was very healthy, but possible a little young, so he gave me some pills to feed him once per day.
Holy crap. The bull started to service the cows within two days. All of my cows! He even broke through the fence and bred all my neighbor's cows! He's been breeding just about everything in sight. He's like a machine!
I don't know what was in the pills the Vet gave him, but they kinda taste like peppermint.

Farmer Brown, from Minnesota, had a bull that he was quite proud of. One day he looked at the bull and noticed his eyes were crossed. That was disconcerting, because he knew he couldn’t get huge stud fees for a defective bull. He called the local vet who came right over. The vet assured him he could solve the problem.
”Farmer Brown, you stand in front of the bull and watch his eyes. I will insert this straw into the bull’s rectum and blow. When the eyes uncross, yell stop.”
The vet did just that, and sure enough after a few minutes of blowing, the eyes uncrossed.
Farmer Brown was thrilled. Several months pass and again he sees the eyes cross.
He says to himself “I better call the vet. No, wait a minute. Last time I called the vet, he charged me $250.00 for something that only took a few moments. I will do it myself.”
He went to the barn and called his trusty farm hand, Luke.
”Luke, we have a problem here and this is what I want you to do. I will put this straw in the rear of my bull and blow. You watch his eyes, and when they uncross, tell me and I will stop blowing.”
Farmer Brown started blowing and blowing and nothing happened.
Finally, he said “You know, maybe I am not strong enough, Luke. Lets trade positions and you blow and I will watch.”
Luke went over to the bull, pulled out the straw, turned it around and reinserted it.
”What the hell are you doing, Luke?” says Farmer Brown.
”What do you think? I ain’t blowing on the same end that you did!”