After a day of fishing in the ocean, a fisherman is walking from the pier carrying two fish in a bucket.
He is approached by the ranger who asks him for his fishing license.
“Naw, my friend, I ain’t got no license. These are my pet fish.” the fisherman reply.
“Pet fish?”
“Yep. Every night I take these fish down to the lake and let ’em swim ’round for a while. Then I whistle and they jump right back into this ice chest and I take them home.”
“That’s a bunch of nonsense! Fish can’t do that!”
The fisherman looked at the ranger for a moment and said, “It’s the truth. I’ll show you. It really works.”
“Okay, I’ve GOT to see this!”
The fisherman poured the fish into the river and stood and waited. After several minutes, the ranger turned to him and said, “Well?”
“Well, what?” said the fisherman.
“When are you going to call them back?”
“Call who back?”
“The FISH!”
Little Billy’s mom took him to the grocery store.
In the middle of the cereal aisle, little Billy yelled out “Mom I have to PEE!”
All the other women smirked and looked judgementally at Billy’s mom as her face turned red like a tomato. She pulled her son close.
“Listen little Billy, I never want you to say that again. Next time you need to use the toilet, just tell me you have to whisper.” She said in a soft voice.
Billy agrees, and life goes on.
That weekend Little Billy and his father take a rowboat out onto the lake and go fishing. Billy told his dad:
“hey dad, I need to whisper.”
To which the father replied:
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“Okay Little Billy, come over here and whisper in my ear.”
