A little Tuesday afternoon humor for Y'all.
FARM BOY
Lucas was in the farm house when he heard a knock on the door.
It was his neighbor Mr. Jorgensen standing on the porch with his hat in his hand.
"Good day Lucas. Is your Father at home?"
"No Mr. Jorgensen, he went to the feed store with my ma and my brother Joseph. If you are inquiring about the use of some tools, I know where he keeps everything in the shed and I can help you out. I'm sure pa wouldn't mind."
"No, no, I don't need any tools."
Mr Jorgensen shifted his feet and looked down at the porch.
"I need to talk to your father about Joseph getting my daughter pregnant."
"Well, I know he charges $50.00 for the boar and $500.00 for the bull. I don't know what he would charge for Joseph."
I'm sure Y'all got the humor right away but I used to live on a farm in NW Georgia. If i had told that joke to them boys, they probably wouldn't have even smiled. Just scratched their heads and said.
"I could give you a guesstimate but it would depend on the boy's pedigree and how many blue ribbons he'd won."
The picture below was from an article entitled 'Prize bull breaks penis after an over enthusiastic performance at the start of breeding season.' I'll leave it right there.
Farm humor. Yep. I grew up in farm country and worked on farms from 13 to 17 "full time" then helped out for some extra bucks til 20 and then ran away to the military. All but one of the farms I worked on is now owned by the Amish. Sort of sad, but better than developments.