Random ramblings from my beer soaked melon about politics, religion, sex, stupidities, nature, and any other subject that penetrates the haze. Sometimes crude and not for the faint of heart or people with normal intelligence, or an abundance of common sense.
Monday, June 26, 2006
My Stepmother sent me this and I thought I would share.

The old farmer had a large pond in the back, fixed up nicely with picnic
> tables, barbecue pit, horseshoe courts and some apple and peach trees.
> The pond was properly shaped and designed for swimming when it was built.
> One evening, the old guy decided to go down to the pond and look it over.
> He hadn't been there for a while. He grabbed a five gallon bucket to bring
> back some fruit.
> As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee. As
> he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young girls skinny dipping in his
> pond. As he approached, he made the girls aware of his presence.
> At once, they all went to the deep end. One of the girls shouted to him,
> "We're not coming out until you leave." The old man frowned, "I did not
> come down here to watch you young ladies swim naked, or to make you get out of
> the pond naked." Holding up the bucket, he said, "I'm here to feed the alligator."
> Moral: Old men can still think fast.
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