Gus, Steve, and Mike are driving across country on a road trip, when their car breaks down on a desolate stretch of road. They decide to get out and walk to the next town, to see if they can get a tow truck. After a few miles, it starts getting dark, and cold, and they decide to stop at a nearby farmhouse, and see if they can get a place to stay.

They approach the house, knock the door, and pretty soon, a gnarled old farmer answers the door, with a sawed off shotgun held in his hands, and pointed at them.

"What the hell do yall want? Don'tcha know this is private property?"

"Well yes, sir," replies Steve, the braver of the three, "but our car broke down a few miles back, and we were wondering if you might be able to put us up for the night."

The farmer looks them up and down, considers for a moment, and then motions for them to follow him inside. When the last of them closes the door, the farmer turns around, faces them, and tells them that he has three different places that they can sleep. One place in the barn with the sheep, one with the pigs in the sty, and one with his eighteen beautiful daughters. However, he warns them (shaking his shotgun for emphasis,) that if he finds out that any of them has touched any of his daughters, he won't hesitate to shoot them.

Gus decides to sleep with the sheep, since he doesn't think he could keep his hands off of them. Steve decides to sleep with the pigs, since he also doesn't think he could hold back. Mike, with no choice, has to sleep with the daughters.

The night passes, and the three resume their walk to the next town. Mike turns to Gus, and asks him, "How do you feel? Sleeping with the sheep and all?"

"I feel like a sheep," Gus replies, with a grunt. "How do you feel, Steve, after sleeping with the pigs?"

"I feel like a pig. How about you Mike?"

"I feel like a golfball," says Mike.

"A golfball?"

Mike looks at them, winks, and says, "Yeah, you know...in and out of those 18 holes..."



all in fun,
-Josiah