The SAS, the army and the police decide to go on a survival weekend together
to see who comes out top. After some basic exercises, the trainer tells them
their next objective is to go down into the woods and come back with a
rabbit for tea.
First up are the SAS. They don their infra red goggles, drop to the ground
and crawl into the woods in formation. Absolute silence for 5 minutes,
followed by a single muffled shot. They emerge with a rabbit, shot cleanly
through the forehead.
"Excellent" says the trainer.
Next up are the army. They finish their cans of lager, cover themselves in
camouflage cream, fix bayonets and charge down into the woods, screaming at
the top of their lungs. For the next hour the woods ring with the sound of
machine gun fire, mortar bombs, hand grenades and blood-curdling war cries.
Eventually, they emerge, carrying the charred remains of a rabbit.
"A bit messy, but you got a result. Well done" says the trainer.
Lastly, in go the coppers, walking slowly, hands behind backs, whistling
Dixon of Dock Green. For the next few hours, the silence is only broken by
the occasional crackle of a walkie talkie: "sierra oscar lemur one, suspect
headed straight for you" etc. After what seems an eternity, they emerge,
escorting a live squirrel in handcuffs.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" asks the incredulous trainer".
"Take this squirrel back and get me a rabbit, like I asked you 5 hours ago!"
So back they go. Minutes pass. Minutes turn to hours, day turns to night.
The next morning the trainer and the rest of the crew are awakened by the
police, holding the squirrel, now covered in bruises.
"Are you taking the p!ss?" asks the seriously irate trainer.
The police team leader shoots a glance at the squirrel, who squeaks:
"Alright, alright, I'm a f**king rabbit..."

Was it a black or white rabbit???

LMAO!