A couple of hunters are out in the woods, when one of them falls to the ground. his eyes are rolled back in their sockets and he doesn’t seem to be breathing.
The other hunter whips out his mobile phone and calls 911
My friend is dead, what can I do? he gasps to the operator
Just take it easy. I can help. First, lets make sure he’s dead says the operator, in a calm soothing voice.
There is a silence. Then a shot is heard.
the hunters voice comes back on the line and says. OK. Now what?
Not bad jag, and it’s not even Friday…BM will be jealous :)
To be honest. I thought it was Friday. Very dissapointing. On the plus side at least I’m not sailing in BM’s waters.
Which is a nice joke in itself because BM is a type of small sailing boat. oh never mind.