Another old classic was of about a traveling salesman walking down a country road when he saw something odd.
By the side of the road, underneath a low hanging apple tree, there was a farmer with his pigs. One by one, the farmer would pick up a pig and hold it, while it ate apples off the tree, until it had had its fill. Then he would set it down and pick up the next pig.
Perplexed by this odd behavior, the salesman asked the farmer what he was doing, to which he responded, “Feedin’ mah pigs”, as if the salesman was a little dim.
But wouldn’t it be better to knock the apples down from the tree and let the pigs eat them off the ground?, asked the salesman. “How would that be better?”, replied the farmer.
Well, you’d save a lot of time for one thing, said the salesman.
“What’s time to a pig?”, replied the farmer, with a smirk.
Got a ribald one for you.
Some “goat herders” were sitting around the campfire one night discussing how they get intimate with their charges. One said “Well, I just sneak up behind them, slip their back feet in my boots and have my way with them.”
One partucularly astute member of the group chimed in, “Ya, but how do you kiss ‘em?”