There's a poetry contest in South Carolina. It's down to two contestants...one Harvard grad and one old redneck from the Low Country. They each have 5 minutes to come up with a poem, but they have to use the word "Timbuktu" in the poem to win. The Harvard grad goes first.
"Swiftly cross the desert sands, Strode a lonely caravan. One by one on camels drew, Destination: Timbuktu."
The crowd goes crazy, thinking there's no way the redneck can top that. He walks to the mic, spits out his wad of tabacco, ponders a second and says:
"Me and Tim a huntin' went. Met three whores in a pop-up tent. They was three and we was two, So I bucked one and Timbuktu."
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