On the Porch...
Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 2:05 pm
Walter, an elderly gentleman, wass resting peacefully on the front porch of a nursing home in the country, when he noticed a cloud of dust up the road.
He watched as a farmer approached with a wagon.
"Good afternoon!" hollered out Walter.
"Afternoon," said the farmer.
"Where you headed?" asks Walter.
"Home," said the farmer.
"What do you have in the wagon?" Walter continued.
"Manure."
"Manure, eh? What are you going to do with it?"
"I'm gonna put it on my strawberries," the farmer said, matter-of-factly.
"Well," said Walter, "you should come over here for lunch someday. We use whipped cream."
He watched as a farmer approached with a wagon.
"Good afternoon!" hollered out Walter.
"Afternoon," said the farmer.
"Where you headed?" asks Walter.
"Home," said the farmer.
"What do you have in the wagon?" Walter continued.
"Manure."
"Manure, eh? What are you going to do with it?"
"I'm gonna put it on my strawberries," the farmer said, matter-of-factly.
"Well," said Walter, "you should come over here for lunch someday. We use whipped cream."