kelblend
07-25-2002, 12:01 PM
Bug Spray
> >
> >A Yankee salesman was traveling through the countryside peddling insect
> >repellent. He came to a farmhouse and tried his pitch on the farmer.
> >
> >"Sir, my bug spray is so good you will never be bitten again, I guarantee
> >it."
> >
> >The farmer was dubious. "Young man, I'll make you a proposition. I'll tie
> >you out in my cornfield, buck naked, covered with that bug spray. If
there
> >is not a single bite on you come morning, I'll buy a whole case from
you."
> >
> >The salesman was delighted. They went to the field and he stripped. The
> >farmer sprayed him thoroughly with the bug spray and tied him to a stake.
> >Back to the house went the farmer.
> >
> >The next morning, the farmer and his family trooped out to the cornfield.
> >Sure enough, the salesman was there, hanging in his bonds, not a single
> bite
> >on him. Yet he was a total wreck! Pale, ghastly, haggard, and drawn, but
> not
> >one bite on him. The farmer was perplexed. "Son," he said, "now, you
don't
> >have a bite on you but you look like hell! What the devil happened?"
> >
> >He looked up through bloodshot eyes and croaked, "My God, Mister, doesn't
> >that calf have a mother?"
> >
> >A Yankee salesman was traveling through the countryside peddling insect
> >repellent. He came to a farmhouse and tried his pitch on the farmer.
> >
> >"Sir, my bug spray is so good you will never be bitten again, I guarantee
> >it."
> >
> >The farmer was dubious. "Young man, I'll make you a proposition. I'll tie
> >you out in my cornfield, buck naked, covered with that bug spray. If
there
> >is not a single bite on you come morning, I'll buy a whole case from
you."
> >
> >The salesman was delighted. They went to the field and he stripped. The
> >farmer sprayed him thoroughly with the bug spray and tied him to a stake.
> >Back to the house went the farmer.
> >
> >The next morning, the farmer and his family trooped out to the cornfield.
> >Sure enough, the salesman was there, hanging in his bonds, not a single
> bite
> >on him. Yet he was a total wreck! Pale, ghastly, haggard, and drawn, but
> not
> >one bite on him. The farmer was perplexed. "Son," he said, "now, you
don't
> >have a bite on you but you look like hell! What the devil happened?"
> >
> >He looked up through bloodshot eyes and croaked, "My God, Mister, doesn't
> >that calf have a mother?"