He put a pistol to my head and yelled, "Don't do anything smart."
"Um," I stuttered. "Sure...OK."
"Open the cash register!" he yelled.
"I don't know how to."
He said, "Don't be dumb."
I said, "Fucking hell, make your mind up."
The farmer sits on his porch with his shotgun across his lap.
The first boy arrives and says, "Evening sir, my name is Freddy, I'm here for Betty, we're gonna eat spaghetti, is she ready?"
The farmer looks the boy over, and says "sure sure, go on in"
The second boy arrives, and says, "Howdy sir, my name is Joe, I'm here for Flo, we're gonna see the show, is she ready to go?"
The farmer looks down at his shotgun, then back at Joe, and says "sure sure, go on in, she's ready"
The third boy arrives, and says, "Good evening sir, my name is Chuck..." KER-BLAM!
