Old joke

I think of it this time of year. My Dad cut the meat for our family grocery store and he liked telling this joke:

A woman walks into a butcher shop and says, "I want a Long Island duck." The butcher hands her a duck. She looks at it, parts its legs, sticks her head up its rear and then says, "This isn't a Long Island duck. I want a Long Island duck."

The butcher brings out another duck. Again she sticks her head up the duck's rear. She says, "This isn't a Long Island duck. I want a Long Island duck.

The buther selects another duck and hands it to her. Again she sticks her head up the Duck's rear, and says, "Finally, a Long Island duck. I'll take it." As the butcher wraps the duck, she says, "Where are you from?"

The butcher looks at her in alarm and says, "I'm from Long Island."