>>12486562A cattle farmer wishes to build a new enclosure for his herd, and drives into town to purchase a number of fenceposts and panels from a local supply store. While loading the supplies into his truck, the farmer contemplates on the best layout for the new enclosure. An indecisive man at the best of times, the farmer turns to his friends - a physicist, an engineer, and a mathematician - for advice on the best design for the new enclosure. Though such an association might seem peculiar, the four men had grown up in the same quiet, rural town and been close friends in their youth. While three had set out for the cities and universities in search of something bigger and better, the farmer was content to settle down and continue to work the farm that had been in his family for several generations.
The farmer, wanting to be courteous, invites the three learned men to dinner. As they reminisce and share anecdotes about recent goings-on, the farmer tactfully steers the conversation towards his conundrum. The physicist, a portly man in a tweed vest, is the first to speak up:
"A circular pen makes the most sense," he says matter-of-factly, "it ensures the largest enclosure using the materials you already have."
"I disagree," the engineer counters, catching himself as he hastily began to speak with his mouth still full, "a rectangular pen takes advantage of existing structures on the property."
The physicist and the engineer discuss the issue, and eventually agree on a design and begin drawing out plans for the enclosure. The mathematician, meanwhile, excuses himself from the room and slips quietly out of the house. He drags four segments of fencing behind him as he walks towards the barn. When he doesn't return, the other men become worried and begin searching. They find the mathematician in the barn, inside a small square of fencing, a steer balls-deep in his ass.
"I define myself to be outside the fence," he cries out as the bovine ejaculates into his rectum.
