A country guy in a bar was becoming irritated by a flash city type with a vacuous blonde on his arm. Both had loud, braying voices and a seemingly endless supply of cash.
Eventually the country guy went up to him and said: “You know, you’ve got yourself a real trophy girlfriend there.”
“Why do you think she’s a trophy girlfriend?” said the city boy proudly. “Is it because she’s got long blonde hair and lovely boobs?”
“No,” said the country boy, “because she’s got big ears.”
For those who don’t “get it”: You see, a trophy is like a big, big cup –maybe about the size of a person’s head, and it’s got big, big handles on the side, kind of of like . . . . .. Get it now?
Yess yess yess – now I get it…thanks a lot fellas, for all your enlightning…:-)