winter_unfazed
10-15-2006, 04:41 AM
An old farmer was growing a mighty fine patch of maxima pumpkins, and one of the pumpkins grew so big that he reckoned it'd be the county record that year. So when the pumpkin was ripe, he asked his son John to saw it off early next morning and load it up for the weigh-in. What he forgot to mention was that the pumpkin needed to be driven to the highway on horse cart because of the bumpy gravel lane, then loaded onto the truck for the highway drive down to the weigh-in.
So in the morning, the old farmer awoke early to noise outside. Sure enough, when he looked out the window, he saw John fixing to load that pumpkin onto the Ford truck.
And so he flung open the window and hollered against a brisk fall wind:
"John! Son, nix on Ford. Cart 'er."
So in the morning, the old farmer awoke early to noise outside. Sure enough, when he looked out the window, he saw John fixing to load that pumpkin onto the Ford truck.
And so he flung open the window and hollered against a brisk fall wind:
"John! Son, nix on Ford. Cart 'er."