A farmer goes out one day and buys a brand new stud rooster to copulate with his chickens.
The farmer puts the rooster straight in the pen so he can get down to business.
The young rooster walks over to the old rooster and says “OK, old fellow, time to retire.”
The old rooster says, “You can’t handle all these chickens, look at what it did to me!”
The young rooster replies, “Now, don’t give me a hassle about this. Time for the old, to step aside, and let the young to take over, so take a hike.”
The old rooster says, “Aw, c’mon, just let me have the two old hens over in the corner. I won’t bother you.”
The young rooster says, “Scram! Beat it! You’re washed up! I’m taking over!”
So, the old rooster thinks for a minute and then says to the young rooster, “I’ll tell you what, young fellow, I’ll have a race with you around the farmhouse. Whoever wins the race gets the domain of the chicken coop. And if I’m so feeble, why not give me a little head start?”
The young rooster says, “Sure, why not, you know I’ll still beat you.”
They line up in the back of the farmhouse, get a chicken go cluck “Go!” and the old rooster takes off running.
About 10 seconds later the young rooster takes off after him. They round the front of the farmhouse and the young rooster is only about 5 inches behind the old rooster and gaining fast.
The farmer, sitting on the porch, looks up, sees what’s going on, grabs his shotgun and BOOM!
He shoots the young rooster dead.
He shakes his head gloomily and says to his wife …
“Son of a bi***, third gay rooster I bought this week!”