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I couldn’t resist posting these football-related funnies. This first set is courtesy of ALCrimsonTide:

Q: What do you call Arkansas when they find out they can’t throw the ball on Alabama?
A: GroundHogs.

Q: What would happen if pigs could fly?
A: Bacon would go up.

Q:What do you call a pig with three eyes?
A: A piiig

Q: Did you hear the story about the razorback hog?
A: It’s pretty dull.

Q: How does a Petrino write up plays for Arkansas?
A: With a pig pen.

Two Arkansas grads were walking in the woods. One said, “Look! A dead bird.”
The other looked to the sky and said, “Where?”

What’s a seven course meal in Fayetteville?
A possum and a six-pack.

Where was OJ headed in his white Bronco?
To Arkansas. He knew the police would never look for a Heisman winner there.

What is the line heard most from graduates of Arkansas’ business school?
Would you like fries with that?

And this one I adapted from one of Cookie‘s ;)

A girl came skipping home from school one day.

“Mommy, Mommy,” she yelled, “we were counting today, and all the other kids could only count to four, but I counted to 10. See? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!”

Very good,” said her mother.

“Is it because I’m from Arkansas?” the girl said.

“Yes, it’s because you’re from Arkansas,” said the mommy

The next day the girl came skipping home from school.

“Mommy, Mommy,” she yelled,”we were saying the alphabet, today, and all the other kids could only say it to D, but I said it to G. See? A, B, C, D, E, F, G!”

“Very good,” said her mother.

“Is it because I’m from Arkansas, Mommy?”

“Yes, it’s because you’re from Arkansas.”

The next day the girl came skipping home from school.

“Mommy, Mommy,” she yelled,”we were in gym class today, and when we showered, all the other girls had flat chests, but I have these!” And she lifted her tank top to reveal a fully developed chest.

“Very good,” said her embarrassed mother.

“Is it because I’m from Arkansas, Mommy?”

“No, Honey, it’s because you’re 34.”