The only three boot law I know belongs on the joke thread…
Blokes out duck shooting …in comes a flight bang bang down comes a duck …but on the other side of the boundary.
So bloke hops the fence to retrieve the duck.
Along comes the farmer …what ya doing mate?
Shooter …getting my duck!
Farmer …buts it’s on my land so it’s my duck.
Shooter …listen here mate I’m a hot shot lawyer from the city ..it’s my duck and if you say otherwise I’ll tie you up in court for years to come…
Farmer ohh I see, well now ..about these parts we these sorts of things with what we we call the three boot law!
Shooter …go on tell me about it
Farmer …well it goes like this …i’ll have three boots, then you’ll have three boots and we carry on until someone quits!
Shooter …being a large strapping lad that does hours at the gym eyes up the old gray haired battler and decides “yip your on”
Farmer …well seen how it’s my land ..I’ll go first ..he cracks the young fella a beaut in his arse, this as the young fella is holding his arse he lands on right to his shin, this has the young bloke howling and holding his shin …so the old bloke finishes with a nasty shot to his guts …
Well that takes the wind out of the young blokes sails …but he eventually pulls his self up right, grabs himself a lung full of air and eyes up the farmer with a smile on his face he says “right now it my turn”
The farmer replies…I quit you can keep the duck!
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