Originally posted by Cruisin'Kroezes
I thought farmers daughters didn't need any help in the
department. At least in all the jokes they don't
I threw more hay bales, shoveled more cow patties, did more milking. plowing, discing, harrowing, etecetera in my youth than you may think......and all the farmers daughters could have used a gallon or three of the

- potion.....
besides...a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell...
however...a gentleman does tell when a certain young lovely uses dastardly means to catch a young mans attention out on the farm...
so...there he was...

...lifting the peck baskets of tomatoes on the wagon hitched up to the John Deere MT....when...
SPLAT!
...he gets hit by an overripe 'mater....right between the back pockets of his levi's...
too cool to turn....he hoists the basket onto the wagon...
SPLAT!!
....right between the shoulder blades....
now...too upset to be cool....he turns....
the one young lovely giggling more than the rest..and ...blushed up a BRIGHT BRIGHT red....is the red-headed freckly girl....
so....plucking the juiciest 'mater he coud lay his hands on....his first and only target was Miss Red-Headed-Freckly-Giggly-Girl...
After "MATER-WAR" he invited her to stand on the hitch of the John Deere MT while the rest sat on the wagon on the way back from the field....
OK! you forced a confession...of sorts..
they must have kissed....they have 3 kids now....