bIt's much funnier when a harelip tells it:

A man came up to a farmer, introduced himself and said that he was campaigning for a man by the name of Joe Jones, who was running for county commissioner.

"Is that the same Joe Jones who used to run the drawbridge down on the river?" asked the farmer.

"Why yes," replied the man. "Mr. Jones did such a great job running the drawbridge all those years that we just know that he will make a fine county commissioner."

"Since he's that Joe Jones, then there is no way that I'd vote for him. He killed my prize bull," replied the farmer.

The man was so shocked to hear such a statement that he asked, "How on earth did Mr. Jones kill your prize bull?"

"Well, it happened like this. One day my prize bull became constipated, so I called up the Vet to see what to do. The Vet told me to give the bull a hot, soapy water enema. Well, I got this bucket of hot, soapy water all mixed up and started looking for a funnel but all that I could find was an old Boy Scout bugle. When I got the bugle in place and started pouring in the water, it must have been too hot because the bull busted out of the corral and started running down the road toward the river, going Toot, Toot, Toot. Old Joe Jones heard him a'comin' and thought he was a steamship, so he raised the drawbridge. My prize bull went right into the river and drowned. Now, anyone who ain't got sense enough to know the difference between a steamship, and a bull with bugle in his ass doesn't deserve to be no county commissioner."