June 26, 2007

There was a retired politician whose car broke down on a remote back road of Iowa. It took him several hours to make it to the nearest farm house, he finally reached the front door and knocked on it. A grizzled old farmer answered and the politician pleaded for a place to spend the night. 'Why sure, young fella, I can give ya a place to bunk,' said the hospitable old man. 'But, I ain't got no daughter for ya to sleep with, like ya always hear about in them thar jokes.' 'Oh!' said the politician. Then thinking a moment or two said, 'Just how far is it to the next house?'

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