Three-legged Jokes

A Man Was Driving Along A Rural Road, One Day, When He Saw A Three-Legged Chicken. He Was Amused Enough To Drive Along Side It For A While.

As He Was Driving, He Noticed The Chicken Was Running 30 Mph."Pretty Fast Chicken," He Thought, "I Wonder Just How Fast It Can Run." So, He Sped Up And The Chicken Did, Too!

They Were, Now, Moving Along The Road At 45 Mph! The Man In The Car Sped Up, Again. To His Surprise, The Chicken Was Still Running Ahead Of Him At 60 Mph!

Suddenly, The Chicken Turned Off The Road And Ran Down A Long Driveway, Leading To A Farmhouse. The Man Followed The Chicken To The House And Saw A Man In The Yard, And Dozens Of Three-Legged Chickens.

The Man In The Car Called Out To The Farmer, "How Did You Get All These Three-Legged Chickens?"

The Farmer Replied, "I Breed' Em. Ya' See, It's Me, My Wife, And My Son Living Here, And We All Like To Eat The Chicken Leg. Since A Chicken more...

A three-legged dog walks into a saloon in the Old West. He sidles up to the bar and announces: "I'm looking for the man who shot my paw."

A motorist was driving quietly along the road when, suddenly, his eyes goggled as, believe it or not, he espied a three-legged chook running beside him. It suddenly made a right hand turn, heading up a side track towards a nearby farm house. Intrigued, the motorist decided to follow the chook. At the end of the track, he met a farmer leaning on a gate.

The motorist said, "You probably won? t believe this, but I reckon I saw a three-legged chook running this way."

The farmer was nonchalant in response. "Yep, we breed them here."

"But why?" asked the motorist.

"Well, you see, I like a leg, my wife likes a leg, and me son likes a leg."

"And what do they taste like?"

"Dunno", replied the farmer, "No one can catch the little bastards."

One day a traveling salesman was driving down a back country road at about 30 mph when he noticed that there was a three-legged chicken running alongside his car.
He stepped on the gas but at 50 miles per hour. The chicken was still keeping up. After about a mile of running the chicken ran up a farm lane and into a barn behind an old farm house.
The salesman had some time to kill so he turned around and drove up the farm lane. He knocked at the door and when the farmer answered he told him what he had just seen.
The farmer said that his son was a geneticist and he had developed this breed of chicken because the he, his wife and his son each like a drumstick when they have chicken and this way they only have to kill one chicken.
"That's the most fantastic thing I've ever heard," said the salesman. "How do they taste?"
"I don't know," said the farmer. "We've never caught one."

A three-legged dog walks into a saloon in the Old West. He sidles up to the bar and announces: "I'm lookin' for the man who shot my paw."