An elderly man in Baton Rouge, had owned a large farm for several years.
He had a large pond in the back, fixed up nice; picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and some apple and peach trees. The pond was properly shaped, and fixed up for swimming when it was built.
One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn't been there for a while, and look it over.
He grabbed a five gallon bucket to bring back some fruit.
As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting,
and laughing with glee.
As he came closer , he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping, in his pond. He made the women aware of his presence, and they all went to the deep end.
One of the women shouted to him,
"We're not coming out until you leave!"
The old man frowned and replied, "I didn't come down here, to watch you ladies swim naked, or make you,
get out of the pond, naked".
Holding the bucket up he said,
"I've come down here, to feed the alligator."
Moral of the story:
Old men still can think fast.
He had a large pond in the back, fixed up nice; picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and some apple and peach trees. The pond was properly shaped, and fixed up for swimming when it was built.
One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn't been there for a while, and look it over.
He grabbed a five gallon bucket to bring back some fruit.
As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting,
and laughing with glee.
As he came closer , he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping, in his pond. He made the women aware of his presence, and they all went to the deep end.
One of the women shouted to him,
"We're not coming out until you leave!"
The old man frowned and replied, "I didn't come down here, to watch you ladies swim naked, or make you,
get out of the pond, naked".
Holding the bucket up he said,
"I've come down here, to feed the alligator."
Moral of the story:
Old men still can think fast.
