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.
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> 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."
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> Moral: Old men can still think fast.