Hit a Pig

A young man, kind of a skinhead, had started to
work on a farm. The boss sent him to the back
forty to do some fencing work, but come evening
he's half an hour late. The boss gets on the
CB radio to check if he's all right.
"I've got a problem, Boss. I'm stuck 'ere.
I've hit a pig!"

"Ah well, these things happen sometimes," the
boss says.

"Just drag the carcass off the road so nobody
else hits it in the dark."

"But he's not dead, boss. He's gotten tangled
up on the bull bar, and I've tried to untangle
him, but he's kicking and squealing, and he's
real big boss. I'm afraid he's gonna hurt me!"
"Never mind," says the boss. "There's a .303
under the tarp in the back. Get that out and
shoot him. Then drag the carcass off the road
and come on home."

"Okay, boss."

Another half an hour goes by, but there's still
not a peep from the kid. The boss gets back on
the CB. "What's the problem, son?"

"Well, I did what you said boss, but I'm still
stuck."

"What's up? Did you drag the pig off the road
like I said?"

"Yeah boss, but his motorcycle is still jammed
under the truck."

(No offense intended to our law enforcement
readers)