A mountain farmer who got in his pickup and drove several
miles to a neighbouring farm and knocked on the farmhouse door. A young boy, about 12 opened the door.

"Is yer paw home?" the farmer asked.

"No sir he ain't," the boy replied. "He went to town."

"Well said the farmer, is yer maw here?"

"No, she ain't here neither. She went to town with paw."

"How about your brother, Joe, is he here?"

"He went with maw and paw."

The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to
the other and mumbling to himself.

"Is there anything I can do fer ya?", the boy inquired politely.
"I know where all the tools are, if you want to borry one. Or maybe I could take a message fer paw."

"Well," said the farmer uncomfortably. "I really wanted to talk to
yer paw. It's about your brother Joe getting my daughter, Pearly Mae, pregnant."

The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to talk to pa
about that", he finally conceded. "But if it helps you any, I know that pa charges $50 for the bull and $25 for the boar hog but I really don't know how much he gets for Joe."

I give it a 7 on a scale of 1-10!!

Not bad!! You have told a lot better though!!

LOL!!!

Hey RT, I was just in Boston and hooked up with Audio, GLH and Ken 240. I heard you were close but could not make it. I was devistated to say the least. You are one funny SOB and I would have skipped a meeting to meet you.

Thanks Mitch !! If it was a meeting I would have skipped it, but it was a project with the wife....... . Not skipping that !!! I look forward to getting together sometime. GL and I usually hang out on Thursdays and knock back a couple.....or ten.....

"Or ten"..... good thing golf is starting to keep us out of that bar. You know it's bad when you say going golfing will diminish your drinking.