Farming in Sunnyside is tough...
A farmer was selling his peaches door to door. He knocked on a
door and a shapely 30-something woman dressed in a very sheer
negligee
answered the door. He raised his basket to show her the peaches and
asked, "Would you like to buy some peaches?"
She pulled the top of the negligee to one side and asked, "Are
they as firm as this?"
He nodded his head and said, "Yes ma'am," and a little tear ran
from his eye.
Then she pulled the other side of her negligee off asking, "Are
they nice and pink like this?"
He again said, "Yes," and
broke down crying.
She asked, "Why on earth are you crying?"
Drying his eyes he replied, "The drought got my corn, the flood
got my soy beans, a tornado leveled my barn, and now I think I'm gonna
get negociated out of my peaches."
A farmer was selling his peaches door to door. He knocked on a
door and a shapely 30-something woman dressed in a very sheer
negligee
answered the door. He raised his basket to show her the peaches and
asked, "Would you like to buy some peaches?"
She pulled the top of the negligee to one side and asked, "Are
they as firm as this?"
He nodded his head and said, "Yes ma'am," and a little tear ran
from his eye.
Then she pulled the other side of her negligee off asking, "Are
they nice and pink like this?"
He again said, "Yes," and
broke down crying.
She asked, "Why on earth are you crying?"
Drying his eyes he replied, "The drought got my corn, the flood
got my soy beans, a tornado leveled my barn, and now I think I'm gonna
get negociated out of my peaches."
:shock: 
