Lousy Rug


Forsyth was a big-game hunter and a big bore. He had cornered a dinner guest in his trophy room to explain in great detail how each of his kills had been made. Pointing to a large tiger skin on the floor, he boasted, “I got that one in India. Just stumbled on him. I had no choice. It was either the tiger or me.”

“The tiger was a wise choice,” sighed a weary guest. “You’d have made a lousy rug.”

-Gene Brown in Danbury, Conn., News-Times

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