Three rednecks were working up on a cell phone tower: Cooter, Ray and Donnie.
As they start their descent, Cooter slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly. As the ambulance takes the body away, Ray says, "Well, shucks, somebody's gotta go and tell his wife."
Donnie says, "OK, I'm pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I'll do it."
Two hours later, Donnie comes back carrying a case of Budweiser.
Ray says, "Where'd you git tha beer, Donnie?"
"Cooter's wife give it to me", Ray replies.
"That's unbelievable", says Ray. "You told tha lady her husband is dead, and she gives you a case of beer?"
"Well, not exactly", says Donnie. "When she answered tha door, I said to her, 'You must be Cooter's widow'."
She said, "You must be mistaken... I ain't a widow."
Then I said, "I'll bet ya a case of Budweiser ya are."
Rednecks are good at that sensitive stuff.
Reality is only an illusion that occurs due to a lack of alcohol.
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