Mr Trunks The Incredible Elephant

Two old friends meet at the supermarket and one says,

 

“Hey, man! How have you been?”

 

“Oh, great,” says the other. “I have recently bought an elephant.”

 

“An elephant? Are you serious?” asks his friend.

 

“Yeah, man. The kids love him, he’s their best friend. They call him Mr Trunks. He washes my car with his trunk. I don’t need to cut my lawn anymore, he grazes down all the grass. Such low maintenance. My wife is so happy.”

 

“Oh man, that sounds amazing. I wish I had an elephant.”

 

“Whatd’ya know, he’s for sale. I got him for 30 grand but seeing it’s you, you can have him for 20.”

 

“Excellent, it’s a deal.”

 

Weeks go by and they meet again.

 

“Hey man, how are you doing?”

 

“What the hell is wrong with that bastard elephant?? He shits all over my garden, I spend hours every day shovelling! The kids are terrified of him, and my wife is divorcing me!”

 

“Aww, that’s not a nice way to talk about Mr Trunks. You won’t be able to sell him that way!”