Valued MemberAn aged farmer and his wife were leaning against the edge of their pig-pen when the old woman wistfully recalled that the next week would mark their golden wedding anniversary.
Let's have a party, Homer, she suggested. Let's kill a pig.
The farmer scratched his grizzled head. Gee, Ethel, he finally answered, I don't see why the pig should take the blame for something that happened fifty years ago.
Let's have a party, Homer, she suggested. Let's kill a pig.
The farmer scratched his grizzled head. Gee, Ethel, he finally answered, I don't see why the pig should take the blame for something that happened fifty years ago.
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