A rich white guy in Louisiana decided that he
wanted to throw a party and invited all of his buddies
He also invited Leroy, the token black guy in the
He held the party around the pool in the backyard
of his mansion. Everyone was having a good time
drinking, dancing, eating shrimp, oysters and BBQ and
flirting with the women. At the height of the party,
the rich white dude said, "I have a 10ft man-eating
gator in my pool and I'll give a million dollars to
anyone who has the guts to jump in."
The words were barely out of the rich white dude's
mouth when there was a loud splash and everyone turned
around and saw Leroy in the pool!
Leroy was fighting the gator and kicking its ass!
Leroy was jabbing the gator in the eyes with his
thumbs, throwing punches, doing all kinds of stuff
like head butts and choke-holds, biting the gator on
the tail and flipping the gator through the air like
some kind of Japanese Judo instructor. The water was
churning and splashing everywhere. Both Leroy and the
gator were screaming and rasing hell. Finally Leroy
strangled the gator and let it sink to the bottom like
a Wal-Mart goldfish. Leroy then slowly climbed out of
the pool. Everybody was just staring at him in
Finally the rich white guy says, "Well, Leroy, I
reckon I owe you a million dollars."
"No, that's okay. I don't want it," said Leroy.
The rich white dude said, "Man, I have to give you
something. You won the bet. How about half a million
"No thanks. I don't want it," answered Leroy.
The white dude said, "Come on, I insist on giving
you something. That was amazing. How about a new
Porsche, a Rolex and some stock options?"
The brother said "No."
The confused rich white guy said, "Well, Leroy,
then what do you want?"
Leroy said, "I want the name of the son-of-a-*****
who pushed me in the pool."
That is a different version of a Zig Ziggler joke.
It's a good one.
Those who dance, appear insane to those who do not hear the music.
Those who believe, appear ignorant to those who do not know God.
That one reminds me of another similar joke:
A fire broke out at the chemical plant and the big city fire department, with all it's fancy equipment, were befuddled by the task of putting it out. The heat was so intense that they couldn't even get close, never mind spraying anything on it. The fire chief quickly decided that they were going to need all the help they could get, no matter how small. So the general call went out on the airwaves to all nearby towns that could lend a hand.
The small hillbilly town 10 miles away phoned right back and said they were on their way. The big city firemen were already laughing at the prospect when they stared at the rickety old fire truck whizz right past them and stop 50 feet from the fire. The men then jumped out like lightening and put out the fire.
Shock turned to awe when the news got around that evening and the mayor of the big city wanted to publicly recognize the work and courage of the hillbilly town's (often scorned) fire department. A great reception was organized and after the thank you speeches, the big town mayor invited the small town's fire chief to the podium and presented him with a $10,000 check. He then asked the fire chief: "Do you have any plans for the money?"
"Yes", he replied "We're gonna get the brakes fixed on that damn truck!"