"I've got a problem, Boss. I'm stuck here. I've hit a pig!"
"Ah well, these things happen sometimes," the boss says. "Just
drag the
carcass off the road so nobody else hits it in the dark."
"But he's not dead, boss. He's gotten tangled up on the bull bar,
and I've
tried to untangle him, but he's kicking and squealing, and he's real
big
boss. I'm afraid he's gonna hurt me!"
"Never mind," says the boss. "There's a .303 under the tarp in
the back.
Get that out and shoot him. Then drag the carcass off the road
and come on
home." "Okay, boss."
Another half an hour goes by, but there's still not a peep from the
young
fella. The boss gets back on the CB. "What's the problem,
son?"
"Well, I did what you said boss, but I'm still stuck."
"What's up? Did you drag the pig off the road like I said?"
"Yeah boss, but his fucking motorcycle is still jammed under the truck."