Let’s kill a pig.

An aged farmer and his wife were leaning against the edge of their pig-pen when the old woman wistfully recalled that the next week would mark their golden wedding anniversary.

Let’s have a party, Homer, she suggested. Let’s kill a pig.

The farmer scratched his grizzled head. Gee, Ethel, he finally answered, I don’t see why the pig should take the blame for something that happened fifty years ago.

Oh no, you *horrible* man, she replied. I meant, what did he look like*before* you hit him?

At that, the man got up, covered his eyes with both hands and screamedAgggghhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!

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