There were identical twin brothers by the name of Jones. John was married and Joe was single, but
owned a small, delapidated boat.
It happened that the same day John's wife died, Joe's boat sank.
A kind old lady met Joe on the street and, mistaking him for his brother John, said, "Oh, Mr. Jones,
I'm sorry to hear of your great loss. You must feel terrible."
Joe said, "Well, I'm not a bit sorry. She was rotten from the start. Her bottom was all chewed
she smelled of old fish from the first time I got on her. She made water faster than anything I've ever
seen. She had a bad hole in the front and a big crack in the back. The hole kept getting bigger
everytime I used her. It got so I couldn't handle her at all." "When anyone else used her,
all over the place.
What finished her though, was four guys from the other side of town came over looking for a good
time. They asked if they could use her. I rented her to them, but warned them that she wasn't too
hot. They still insisted that they would like to give her a try. The result was that the crazy fools
tried to get into her at once. Well, the strain was too much for her and she cracked right down the
The old lady fainted.