Two pollocks talk an old farmer into lettin' 'em deer hunt on his farm. They kill his goat, not having a clue what it is. They're pretty sure it's not a deer, though, so they drive up to the farmhouse and knock on the door. "We shot sumthin', but we don't think it's a deer." says one.
"Well...
A very old couple sat on their front porch in their rocking chairs. As they sat rocking, the old farmer looked at his wife and asked "Minnie, were you ever sorry you married me?" "Why?", she asks. "Well, I've got a confession to make." he answers. He gets out of his rocker, goes in the house...
:eek: Lefty here, following the rest of the nahc gang over where fun's not a dirty word. Glenn's the name, Missouri's the location, family, huntin', fishin' are the best things in life, also like playin' guitar, cuttin' firewood fer the cabin, and chasin' the wife around the kitchen table. :D