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October 27, 2003


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."

Posted by Peskie at October 27, 2003 12:00 PM


"What pig?" asked Tom - Tom the Piper's son, that is.

Posted by: Tiger at July 17, 2004 06:07 AM