littlered
Active member
- Joined
- Mar 20, 2013
- Messages
- 52
- Reason
- Lost a loved one
- Diagnosis
- 06/2012
- Country
- US
- State
- NV
- City
- Las Vegas
This is the story of the Farmer with three daughters. One Friday night, all three have dates.
The doorbell rings and the Farmer opens the door: “Hi, I’m Freddy. I’m here to pick up Betty. We are going for spaghetti. Is she ready?”
The Farmer calls Betty and they leave.
Soon the doorbell rings again. The Farmer opens the door. “Hi, I’m Joe. I’m here to pick up Flo. We are going to the show. Is she ready to go?”
The Farmer calls Flo and they leave.
Soon the doorbell rings again. The Farmer opens the doors. “Hi, I’m Chuck…”
The doorbell rings and the Farmer opens the door: “Hi, I’m Freddy. I’m here to pick up Betty. We are going for spaghetti. Is she ready?”
The Farmer calls Betty and they leave.
Soon the doorbell rings again. The Farmer opens the door. “Hi, I’m Joe. I’m here to pick up Flo. We are going to the show. Is she ready to go?”
The Farmer calls Flo and they leave.
Soon the doorbell rings again. The Farmer opens the doors. “Hi, I’m Chuck…”