When you're from the country ~ your perception is a little different.
A North Dakota 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, Howard? 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 Howard 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
Howard."
Mr. File.
Sent this to everyone on my joke list. Then I sent it to all my 1% clients with teenage sons. I am sure the hedge fund guys will have it worked out by 11:00AM Monday morning.
P.S.
Ask the Youngest File, "What is the worst thing you can say to a Zombie". . . ."You look like death warmed over."
Yep, that was great, I stole it too.
I thought Howard was everybody's daddy.
You know: Our father who art in heaven howard be thy name
Howard; That Explains
This
Howard; That Explains
More like their Mommas have some serious 'splaining to do.
B-)
