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>A Kansas Farmer got in his pickup and drove to a neighboring farm and
>knocked at the farmhouse door. A young boy about 12 opened the door.
>
>"Is yer Dad home?" the farmer asked.
>
>"No sir, he ain't," the boyreplied. "He went into town."
>
>"Well, said the farmer, is yer Mom here?"
>
>"No, sir, she ain't here neither. She went into town with Dad."
>
>"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"
>
>"He went with Mom and Dad."
>
>The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the
>other and mumbling to himself.
>
>"Is there anything I can do fer ya?" the boy asked politely. "I knows
>where all the tools are, if you want to borry one. Or maybe I could
>take a message fer Dad?"
>
>"Well," said the farmer uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to yer
>Dad. It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Pearly Mae,
>pregnant."
>
>The boy considered for a moment.
>
>"You would have to talk to Pa about that", he finally conceded. "If it
>helps you any, I know that Pa charges $50 for the bull and $25 for the
>hog . . .
>but I really don't know how much he gets fer Howard."
There will come a day when Barry Bonds leaves baseball, and everything about the game will be the better for it.
Yes doctor, I am sick. Sick of those who are spineless. Sick of those who feel self-entitled. Sick of those who are hypocrites. Yes doctor, an army is forming. Yes doctor, there will be a war. Yes doctor, there will be blood.....
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