(The site's under some kind of DNS attack, so we're up and down - Mickster's working with some European types he knows to fight the attackers off but in the meantime ...., be patient)
Clinton campaign grows nervous as Election Day draws near: “Friends, please remember that if you see a whopper of a Wikileaks in next two days - it’s probably a fake,” tweeted Jennifer Palmieri, the communications director for the Clinton campaign. So far, out of 33,000 leaked emails, all have proved authentic, but hey; it could happen.
So, the joke:
A traveling salesman who's also a practiced ventriloquist stops by Farmer Brown's establishment down near Little Rock and, by way of schmoozing him as they tour the farm, says,
"Say, Farmer Brown, did you know your animals can talk?"
"Naw, I've never heard none of them talking to me."
"Well they certainly can, look: hey, Mrs. Cow, how's it going? How's Farmer Brown treating you?"
"Oh, why just fine, sir; he milks me twice a day, feeds me real good, I sure do like it here."
Farmer Brown's astonished, but his amazement doubles when they reach the pig pen and the salesman asks the same question, and gets the same reply: "Farmer Brown's a prince among men, Mister, he keeps us supplied with mud and slops, we get special treats around Christmas, we love this guy!"
Brown's convinced, but even though each animal they approach professes his gratitude and appreciation of their farmer - the ducks, chickens, turkeys, even the sole mule all sing his praises - he becomes visibly more nervous and agitated. Finally, as they come up to his flock of sheep, he can stand it no longer: "Now don't you go believing no sheep", he cries, "they're awful liars!"