Did you hear the one about the overprotective farmer and
his three
daughters?
Whenever one of his daughters had a date, he would meet
the young man at
the door with a shotgun in his hand.
One night, all three daughters had dates. When the first
date rang the
bell, the farmer picked up his shotgun and answered the
door. "Hi, I'm
Eddie," said the boy, "I'm here for Betty, we're gonna get
spaghetti."
The farmer didn't care much for poetry, but let his oldest
daughter go out
anyway.
A little bit later the doorbell rang again. The farmer
grabbed his
shotgun, opened the door, and the boy said "Hi, I'm Joe.
I'm here for Flo.
We're going to the show."
The farmer let his middle daughter out for the evening.
With only his youngest daughter left at home, the doorbell
rang again.
Shotgun in hand the farmer opened the door.
"Hi, I'm Chuck..." began the boy.
The farmer shot him.
