A social
worker from the Big City recently transferred to the countryside of deep rural
America and was on the first tour of her new territory when she came upon the
tiniest cabin she had ever seen in her life.
Intrigued,
she went up and knocked on the door. 'Anybody home? 'she asked.
'Yep,' came
a kid's voice through the door.
'Is your
father there?' asked the social worker.
'Pa? Nope,
he left afore Ma came in,' said the kid.
'Well, is
your mother there?' persisted the social worker.
'Ma? Nope,
she left just afore I got here,' said the kid.
'But,'
protested the social worker, 'are you never together as a family.
Sure, but
not here,' said the kid through the door. 'This is the outhouse!"
Have a great
day and thanks for stopping by Almost Heaven South.
Larry
After listening to some of my coworkers talk, who are city born and raised and never even been to a small town, I can see that happening.
ReplyDeleteHaha cute!
ReplyDeleteMy Saturdays always start with a smile :-). This was really cute. Have a great day, Larry. Blessings...Mary
ReplyDeleteThanks, Larry. Have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteLordy Larry, must be the mood I'm in but I right near fell out of my chair... thanks...
ReplyDeleteFunny!
ReplyDeleteVery funny! Have a great weekend Larry.
ReplyDeleteLOL!! Happy weekend Larry!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed the funny and I've actually used an outhouse - several in fact.
ReplyDeleteWhat a crappy joke! ;) :)
ReplyDeleteWe only had a chamber pot and an outhouse at my grandmother and grandfather's farm. I thought it was cool as a kid.