A chicken farmer went to a local pub, sat next to a woman and ordered a glass of champagne.
The woman perked up and said, 'How about that? I just ordered a glass of champagne, too!'
'What a coincidence,' the farmer said. 'This is a special day for me, I am celebrating.'
'This is a special day for me too, I am also celebrating!' said the woman.
'What a coincidence!' said the farmer. As they clinked glasses the man asked, 'What are you celebrating?'
'My husband and I have been trying to have a child for a long time, and today, at last, my gynaecologist told me that I am pregnant!'
'What a coincidence,' said the man. 'I'm a chicken farmer and for months all of my hens seemed infertile, but today they are all laying fertilized eggs.'
'That's great!' said the woman. 'How did your chickens become fertile?
'I used a different cock,' he replied.
The woman smiled and said, 'What a coincidence.'
The woman perked up and said, 'How about that? I just ordered a glass of champagne, too!'
'What a coincidence,' the farmer said. 'This is a special day for me, I am celebrating.'
'This is a special day for me too, I am also celebrating!' said the woman.
'What a coincidence!' said the farmer. As they clinked glasses the man asked, 'What are you celebrating?'
'My husband and I have been trying to have a child for a long time, and today, at last, my gynaecologist told me that I am pregnant!'
'What a coincidence,' said the man. 'I'm a chicken farmer and for months all of my hens seemed infertile, but today they are all laying fertilized eggs.'
'That's great!' said the woman. 'How did your chickens become fertile?
'I used a different cock,' he replied.
The woman smiled and said, 'What a coincidence.'
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