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In Queensland l had owned a large property for several years.
I had a dam in one of the lower paddocks where I had planted
mango and avocado trees. The dam had been fixed up for
swimming when it was built and I also had some picnic tables
placed there in the shade of the fruit trees.
One evening I decided to go down to the dam to look it over,
as I hadn't been there for a while. I grabbed a ten litre bucket
to bring back some fruit. As I neared the dam, I heard voices
shouting and laughing with glee. As I came closer I saw it was a
bunch of young women skinny-dipping in my dam. I made the
women aware of my presence and they all went to the deep end.
One of the women shouted to me,
'We're not coming out until you leave!' I frowned, 'I didn't come
down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out
of the dam naked.'
Holding the bucket up , 'I'm here to feed the crocodile.'
Moral: Old men may walk slow, but they can still think fast.
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