Auctions
My partner says I’m addicted to auctions, but he is wrong.
I stopped after going once, going twice.
A farmer decided to sell all of his chickens to the highest bidder.
It was poultry in auction.
The bidding was proceeding furiously and strong, when the chief auctioneer suddenly announced.
“A gentleman in this room has lost his wallet containing ten thousand pounds.” “If returned he will pay a reward of two thousand pounds.”
There was a moment’s silence, and then from the back of the room came a cry.
“Two thousand, five hundred.”
Everyone knows that auctions speak louder than words, that is because of the auction-ears.
Auctions are the one place where you can get something for nodding.
Though, of course, you do have to stay until the bidder end.
To the sportsman who donated one of their jockstraps to my charity auction, thank you for your support.