A hunter dials 911 and says, “I just shot at something that I thought was a deer but it was another hunter. I’m afraid I just killed him.”
The operator says, “It’s OK sir, it may not be as bad as you think. First, make sure he’s really dead.”
The guy says OK and sets down the phone. Then the operator hears a gunshot. He picks up the phone and says, “OK, now what?”
Finally, when he was put before the firing squad, the guard asked if he wanted a cigarette and a blindfold.
“No,” the inmate said, “just get it over with.”
“Well, is there anything that I can do for you before you go?” said the guard. “You didn””t even want a special last meal!”
he inmate thought. “Actually,” he said, “Music is my life. One thing I would really like would be to sing my favorite song, one whole time through, with no interruptions.”
The guard nodded and told him to go ahead.
The inmate started, “One billion bottles of beer on the wall…”