The Protective Farmer

An old farmer had three pretty teenage daughters of whom he was very protective. He used to sit on the front porch, shotgun in hand, and run his eye over any potential suitors.

One night, all three girls were due to go out on dates.

The first’s boyfriend drove up and announced, “Hi, my name is Joe, I’m here to get Flo, we’re going to the show, is she ready to go?”

The old man decided that the boy sounded OK and he gave his blessing for the date.

Ten minutes later, another car pulled up. The driver called out, “Hi, my name is Freddy, I’m here to get Betty, we’re going for spaghetti, is she ready?”

The old man thought the boy was decent enough, so he gave him permission for the date.

Ten minutes later, a third car arrived. The driver called out, “Hi, my name is Chuck…”

And the old man shot him.

The Protective Farmer
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