A cowboy along with his horse and dog are captured late one
afternoon by hostile Indians. This presents no problem for the
horse as the Indians can always use another pony. The dog's
fate is some what tenuous but it is certain that the cowboy will
be burned at the stake the following sunrise. That evening the
Indian chief tells the cowboy that he can have one last wish,
within reason, before meeting his ultimate fate the the
following morning. The cowboy tells the chief that his last
request is to see his faithful dog, Rex. When the dog is brought
by the Indians the cowboy strokes and pets his companion and
whispers something into his ear. At once the dog bounds and runs
through the Indian village and over the hill. This does not
particularly distress the Indians as they didn't really know what
to do with the dog anyway.

At about 8 o'clock that evening the dog returns accompanied by
some two dozen hookers from the closest town. Needless to say the
braves were delighted at the prospect of an evening's entertainment.
As the orgy wore on through the night, the chief told the cowboy
that his stake burning was being postponed as they were all too
tired from partying.

The next day, the chief said to the cowboy, "in gratitude for
furnishing the ladies last night, I'm going to grant you another
request before you are burned at the stake in the morning." Again
the cowboy requests to see his faithful dog. When the dog is
brought forth the cowboy again strokes and pets his companion
and whispers into his ear, "this may be my last chance Rex, so
please get it right this time --- go to town and get the posse!" 

What did Marv Albert do after NBC gave him the pink slip?

He put it on. 

There was a farmer, sitting on the front porch of his house this one hot
summer day, when this kid comes walking down the road carrying a big
bundle of wire.
"Hey kid!" the farmer says. "Where ya goin' with that wire?"
"Well," the kid drawls, "this here ain't just any ol' wire, this here's
chicken wire -- I'm fixin' to catch me some chickens!"
"You can't catch chickens with chicken wire!"
"Sure I can!" the kid says, and takes off down the road. He comes back at
the end of the day and sure enough, he's got a whole mess of chickens
caught in his chicken wire. 
Well, the farmer's sitting on his porch the next day, and the same kid
comes walking down the lane, carrying a big roll of tape. 
"Hey kid!" the farmer yells. "Where ya goin' with that tape?" "Well, this
here ain't just any ol' tape, this here's duck tape -- I'm fixin' to catch
me some ducks!"
"You can't catch ducks with duck tape!" the farmer yells back. "Sure I
can!" the kid says, and takes off down the road. He comes back at the end
of the day and again, the farmer can't believe his eyes. The kid had a
whole bunch of ducks all wrapped up tightly in his tape. 
The next day the farmer's sitting on his porch again, and the kid comes
walking down the road carrying a stick. 
"Hey kid!" the farmer says. "Where ya goin' with that stick?"
"Well, this here ain't just any old stick, this here's pussy willow."

"Hang on," the farmer says, "I'll get my hat." 

Q: What do you call a prostitute with a runny nose?
A: Full. 

John: "I'm glad you named me John."
Mother: "Why?"
John: "Because that's what all the kids at school call
me."