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Vixen's giggle for the day!

Unread postby Vixen » Thu Jan 19, 2012 10:34 am

My Daddy Sleeps Naked

"Late again!" the third-grade teacher sternly said to little Johnny.

"It ain't my fault this time, Miss Russell. You can blame this 'un on
my Daddy. The reason I'm three hours late is my Daddy sleeps naked!"

Now, Miss Russell had taught grammar school for thirty-some-odd years.
Despite her mounting fears, she asked little Johnny what he meant by
that. Full of grins and mischief, and in the flower of his youth,
little Johnny and trouble were old friends, but he always told her the

"You see, Miss Russell, out at the farm we got this here low down fox.
The last few nights, he done ate six hens. Last night, when Daddy heard
a noise out in the chicken pen, he grabbed his shot gun and said to my
Ma, "That fox is back again... I'm a gonna git him!'' "Stay back," Daddy
whispered to all us kids!

"My Daddy was naked as a jaybird -- no boots, no pants, no shirt! To
the hen house he crawled, just like an Injun on the snoop. Then, he
stuck that double-barreled 12-gauge shot gun through the window of the
coop. As he stared into the darkness, with a fox on his mind, our old
hound dog, Rip, had done gone and woke up and comes sneaking up behind
Daddy. Then, as we all looked on, plumb helpless, old Rip done went and
stuck his cold nose in my Daddy's crack!"

"Miss Russell, we all been cleanin' chickens since three o'clock this
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