A large jet plane crashed on a farm in the middle of rural Australia. Panic
stricken, the local police inspector mobilized and descended on the farm in
force. By
the time they got there, the aircraft was totally destroyed with only a
burned
hull left smoldering in a tree line that bordered the farm.
The inspector and his men entered the smoking mess but could find no remains
of
anyone. They spotted the farmer plowing a field not too far away as if
nothing
had happened. They hurried over to the man's tractor.
"John " the inspector yelled, panting and out of breath. "Did you see this
terrible accident happen?" "Yep. Sure did," the farmer mumbled unconcerned,
cutting off the tractor's engine.
"Do you realize that is the Prime Ministers RAAF 737, the aeroplane of the
Prime Minister of Australia"?
"Yep.."
"Were there any survivors?"
"Nope. They's all got killed straight out," the farmer answered. "I done
buried them
all myself. Took me most of the morning."
"Gillard is dead?" the inspector asked.
"Well," the farmer grumbled, restarting his tractor.
"She kept saying she wasn't... But you know what a lying bitch she is ....

Juliar!