Well, He Wasn't Lying
Two roofers, Bob and Dan, were fixing a barn roof when a bundle of shingles slid down and knocked their ladder to the ground.
“Well,” Bob said, brushing off his hands, “it’s still early—someone will come by before quitting time.”
But five o’clock came and went, and not a soul had passed.
They paced the roof until Bob finally sighed, “Looks like there’s only one way down.”
On the west side sat a huge manure pile.
“I’ll go first,” Bob said, and he leapt.
Dan heard a soft splat and called, “Bob! How deep did you sink?”
“Only to my ankles!” Bob shouted back.
So Dan jumped—SQUISH—and sank clear up to his neck!
“Bob!” he hollered. “You said you only went to your ankles!”
“I did,” Bob replied. “But I landed headfirst!”
