An old farmer went to town to see a movie.
The ticket agent asked,
"Sir, what's that on your shoulder?"
The old farmer said, "That's my pet rooster Rudy.
Wherever I go, Rudy goes."
"I'm sorry, sir," said the ticket agent. "We can't
allow animals in the theater."
The old farmer went around the corner and stuffed
the bird down his pants.
He returned to the booth, bought a ticket and
entered the theater.
He sat down next to two old widows named
Mildred and Marge.
The movie started and the rooster began to squirm.
The old farmer unzipped his pants so Rudy could
stick his head out and watch the movie.

"Marge," whispered Mildred.
"What?" said Marge.
"I think the guy next to me is a pervert."
"What makes you think so?" asked Marge.
"He unzipped his pants, and he has his thing out,"
whispered Mildred.
"Well, don't worry about it," said Marge. "At our
age we've seen 'em all."
"That's what I thought, too," said Mildred,"but this
one's eating my popcorn."