PEACHES FOR SALE….
July 18th, 2005
The old farmer was having a pretty bad year. All of his crops had
been lost. Fortunately, the peach orchard had done really well. The
only way he was going to make it financially was to cut out the
middleman and sell the peaches directly to the consumer. So he
loaded his pickup with peaches and headed to town.
Just on the outskirts of town he came to a house. So he took a
basket of peaches and went up and knocked on the door. A gorgeous
blond in a sheer robe answered the door. In a sexy voice she said,
“Hi, Honey, what can I do for you?”
Quite shaken, the old farmer muttered, “I have these here really
nice peaches for sale.”
The blond, noticing how shaken he was, decided to play a bit. So
she opened the top of her robe showing her breasts. She said, “Are
those peaches full and firm like these?”
Very shaken, he managed to whisper, “Oh yes, they’re really good
peaches.”
So she opened the rest of her robe, showing she had on no panties.
She teased, “Would they be succulent and delicious like this?”
The old farmer mumbled, and then broke down crying, and said,
“Oh yes, they’re wonderful peaches.”
She said, “Well, honey, why on earth are you crying?”
The old farmer whimpered “Lady, the cut worms ruined my tomato
crop and the weevils ate all my cotton and now I think you’re
gonna screw me out of my peaches.”