AN OLD drover walks into a barber shop in Black Stump Crossing, NT, for a shave and a haircut. He tells the barber he can’t get all his whiskers off because his cheeks are wrinkled from age.
So the barber gets a little wooden ball from a cup on the shelf and tells the old drover to put it inside his cheek to stretch the skin so the barber can give him a closer shave.
Once the barber’s done, the old drover tells him that was the cleanest shave he’s had in yonks. “But what if I’d accidentally swallowed that little ball?” he asks.
The barber replies: “Mate, just bring it back in a couple of days like everyone else does!”