Pervey told us a good one at the Pub last night. Pervey hails from a region of East Tennessee that's fairly close to where my old lady grew up.
He said their local Baptist preacher got up one morning last summer and found a dead mule out in front of his house. So he called the sheriff.
Sheriff: Dead jack ass? Brother Verber, I thought you preachers were the ones who dealt with the dead.
Brother Verber: Yes. But we're supposed to call the next of kin first.
Pervey laughed so hard at his own joke that he swallowed his lower partial plate and ran around and around the pub until someone gave him the hug of life.