A farmer in his pickup, drove to a neighbor’s ranch house, and knocked at the door.
A boy, about 9, opened it and greeted him.
“Is your father home, Jerrel?”
“No sir, he isn’t; he went to town.”
“Well, is your mother here?”
“No sir, she went to town with Dad.”
“How about your brother, Howard? Is he here, by any chance?”
“No sir, he drove Mom and Dad to town.”
The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other, and mumbling to himself.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Roberds? I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one, or I can give Dad a message for you.”
“Well,” said the rancher uncomfortably, “I really wanted to talk to your father. It’s about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Suzie, pregnant.”
The boy contemplated for a moment.
“Yep, you would have to talk to Dad about that. I know he charges $500 for the bull and $50 for the hog, but I don’t know how much he charges for Howard.”
Constant Gardener
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
