
The first fellow observed this for several miles, until he could stand it no longer. The next time the truck driver jumped out with the stick, the first fellow jumped out and ran up to him. “I’m sorry to bother you,” he said, over the din of the banging, “but I am very curious; could you tell me what you are doing?”
Without breaking rhythm, the truck driver replied, “Sure, Mac. Ya see, this here’s a six-ton truck but I’ve got eight tons of canaries aboard, so I’ve gotta keep two ton of them flying all the time so I don’t break an axle”.
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