A farmer has four beautiful daughters
He’s a bit overprotective of them, so when Friday date night rolls around,
he greets the gentlemen callers at the door with a shotgun over his shoulder.
Friday night rolls around, and the doorbell rings, so he walks to it, shotgun in hand, and opens it to a young man who says:
“Hi, I’m Freddy! I’m here to pick up Betty! We’re gonna go eat spaghetti! Is she ready?”
The farmer is a bit bewildered by this greeting, but he can’t see anything wrong with this guy, so he tells him: “ok, have her home by 10.”
A few minutes later, the doorbell rings again, and the farmer opens the door with his shotgun over his shoulder to a young man who says:“Hi, I’m Jim! I’m here to pick up Kim! We’re gonna go for a swim! Can I come in?”
The farmer is again bewildered by the greeting, but again, he can’t see anything wrong with the guy, so he tells him:“ok, have her home by 10, and no funny business in the pool.”A few minutes later, the doorbell rings again, and the farmer opens the door with his shotgun over his shoulder to a young man who says:“Hi, I’m Joe! I’m here to pick up Flo! We’re gonna go to a show! Can she go?”By now, the farmer is completely dumbfounded by these greetings, but again, he can’t see anything wrong with the guy, so he tells him: “ok, have her home by 10.”A few minutes later, the doorbell rings one last time, and the farmer opens the door with his shotgun over his shoulder to a young man who says:“Hi, I’m Chuck—“ and the farmer shoots him.