A Bakersfield area farmer drove in his pickup to a neighbor's
farm, and knocked on the door. A boy, about 9, opened the door. The following conversation developed:
Is your Dad home?
No, Sir, he isn't he went to town.
Well, is your Mother here?
No, Sir, she went to town with Dad.
How about your brother Little JB? Is he here?
No, Sir, He went with Mom and Dad."
The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from
one foot to the other, mumbling to himself.
The young boy asked, Is there anything I can do for you?
I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one,
or I can give Dad a message.
Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really wanted
to talk to your Dad.
It's about your brother Little Jb getting my daughter, Suzie,
pregnant.
The boy thought for a moment. You would have to talk to
Dad about that. I know he charges $500 for the bull and
$50 for the hog, but I don't know how much he charges for Little JB.
farm, and knocked on the door. A boy, about 9, opened the door. The following conversation developed:
Is your Dad home?
No, Sir, he isn't he went to town.
Well, is your Mother here?
No, Sir, she went to town with Dad.
How about your brother Little JB? Is he here?
No, Sir, He went with Mom and Dad."
The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from
one foot to the other, mumbling to himself.
The young boy asked, Is there anything I can do for you?
I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one,
or I can give Dad a message.
Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really wanted
to talk to your Dad.
It's about your brother Little Jb getting my daughter, Suzie,
pregnant.
The boy thought for a moment. You would have to talk to
Dad about that. I know he charges $500 for the bull and
$50 for the hog, but I don't know how much he charges for Little JB.
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