Reminds Me of a Story

Rosa

A farmer was being harassed by a bunch of j.d.'s (that's juvenile delinquents to youse guys under 50). He waved a rake at them, he ran the combine after them, he even flew a crop duster over them and there was no result. Finally, inspiration dawned. A phrase, the perfect one, just the thing to yell at those uncivilized, disrespectful people. He yelled it.

And a hush descended over his farm. It was quiet all night, it was quiet in the morning when the farmer went out to milk his cows. Only one thing was unusual. His mule was covered with red blotches. He carefully checked to see if the animal were ill, but no, the mule was just fine. The farmer stood there gaping at it, with no idea of what was wrong.

And all the j.d.'s stepped quietly out from behind the haystack. "You bastards!" yelled the farmer. "What do you know about this? Did you do this?"

"Well, of course, sir," a well-mannered young man in a black leather jacket answered. "You told us to kiss your ass."

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