This is such a fun site! I think everyone should express their feelings and then take what everyone else says with a grain of salt.
Here's one about a farmer's son!
One day Farmer John called his three sons to him and told them the sad news that they had to sell their animals, because they were running out of money.
The first son was told to sell the cow. The second son was to sell the pig. The third son had to sell the duck.
All three set off for town with their animals in tow.
After a few miles the youngest son saw a beautiful woman standing in front of her house. She asked him if he wanted to go inside for a little fun. He knew this wasn't going to be a freebie and declined because of a lack of funds. She eyed the duck and they struck a trade.
After an hour of blissful abandon, he emmerged feeling relaxed, refreshed, but a little worried about not having anything "tangable" to show for his duck. The young woman was very happy with her experience and wanted a repeat performance. She offered returning the duck to the young man in exchange for another round of "afternoon delights." He quickly agreed.
When he finally left with his duck, it was late in the day. As he quickly walked down the road to complete his errand, a red convertible came tearing around the corner, jumped the curb and killed the duck. The young man barely escaped injury.
The distraught driver jumped out of the car, rushed up to the young man and offered him a hundred dollars if he wouldn't press charges. He quickly agreed, took the money and went home.
That evening, the farmer called all his sons together for an accounting of their sales.
The first son reported, "I got fifty dollars for the cow."
The middle son said, "I got twenty-five dollars for the pig."
"And what about you, my youngest son?" asked the farmer.
"Well," replied the young man, "I got a duck for a f**k, a f**k for a duck and a hundred bucks for a f**ked-up duck."
-Pam |
