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Skriven 2005-04-10 22:40:00 av James Bradley (1:134/77.0)
   Kommentar till text 1570 av Greg Sears (1:153/307)
Ärende: Good farm stroies?
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04-07-05  04:27, Greg Sears told James Bradley about Re: Good stories

 Well, how do, Greg?

 JB> You *sure* you and George aint the same person? <G+D>

 GS> G-day James Bradley, now that's a very bad thing to say! There
 GS> is/can be only one I C E-man..adding it takes two CyberPopes for ever
 GS> I C E-man '-) 

That's a big boast for a man to claim he is as good as two popes on a rope. O-8

 GS> "Poor Abdul," muttered Hassan as their bespattered comrade came up
 GS> to join them. "He doesn't know enough to rein in out of the come."

Classic traveling salesman, with the broken down automobile, knocks on the door
of a farmhouse for lodging. Farmer agrees as long as there is a promise not to
touch his horney daughter...

The salesman agrees, but then hits upon a glance of the gorgeous young female,
in the peak of estrus, and the very definition of beauty. As the farmer has
seen this scenario MANY times before, and doesn't feel like feeding the
offspring of this traveling salesman, he beds down the visitor, and places eggs
around his quarters. He tells the young buck, "Now... If I see *any* broken
eggs in the morning, I'll have yer hide hanging on the fence-post as a warning
for the next salesman that comes a-knockin'. Keep yer semen to yer self, and
we'll see you for breakfast, or else you'll see the end of my shotgun, and it
won't be for a wedding!"

Sure enough, after the farmer settles into bed, a small knock comes to the
salesman's door, and behind the door appears the most irresistible spectacle of
womanly perfection in a see-through nightgown. As man can only think with one
head at a time, the salesman can not dissuade his erection, and the two go at
it through the night.

After a night of bliss, the salesman awakes to realize what had occurred, looks
out the window for a speedy exit, and locks a glance with her father patrolling
the yard with a shotgun. As the words he heard the night before sounded severe,
and the look as he was saying them were to be taken seriously, he beckoned all
his smarts and glued together all the egg pieces he could find, mopped up the
gooey bits with the love-juice, and returned to the bed trembling.

The footsteps didn't sound at all like the lovers' angelic patter, and he knew
it must be the farmer to check on the status of his visitor, and the eggs
surrounding him. The salesman is quite nervous now, and visibly shaking, as he
knows his future likely rests on a fence-post, but my - for what a night of
heaven!

As the door busts open, the chiseled farmer is surprised to find all the eggs
exactly where he left them, and a sobbing shadow of a man quivering in the bed.
"My, am I shocked!" exclaimed the farmer. I guess we are going to have a
breakfast that will send you on your way with a full belly."

Our hero can't believe he just might get away with a night of passion he will
never forget, and is going to be served breakfast to boot. By the time he
collects himself, and walks down to the kitchen, the farmer has a warmed
skillet on the stove, where he starts breaking the eggs into the pan. There's
nothing in it! Reaches for more eggs in astonishment, he keeps breaking eggs,
and finds nothing in every one.

Our salesman thinks his luck just ran out. He should have ran while he had a
chance, but his hunger after the athletic evening took control, and now he is
going to meet his maker. Just as the farmer reaches for his gun, the salesman
is turning white as a ghost. Not flattering to be sure, but when he's dead, he
will soon turn even whiter.

Just as the farmer brushes against the salesman, the farmer is in the height of
anger, and the salesman is so scared he is about to faint.

It is then the salesman hears the screen door almost fly off the hinges, and
the chicken coop gate get kicked in, shotgun get cocked, and in a loud angry
voice, "All right! Which one of you cocks is shootin' blanks?"


... Hey Santa!  How much for a copy of your list of naughty girls?

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