There once was a farmer who had three beautiful daughters. He was very protective of his girls, and always insisted on meeting the boys they went out with before allowing them to do so.
On one particular night, all three of the farmer's daughters had dates. So the farmer sat in the living room, rifle in hand, and waited for the three boys to arrive.
After a bit, the doorbell rang. The farmer took his gun and answered to door. "Who the Hell are you?" he demanded of the young man at the door.
The young man replied;
"Hi, I'm Joe! I'm here for Flo! We're goin' to a show. Is she ready to
go?"
The farmer was a little perplexed by this rhyming answer, but he went ahead and let his daughter go.
A little while later, the doorbell rang for the second time. The farmer grabbed his gun and answered the door. "Who the Hell are you?" he demanded of the second young man.
The second young man replied;
"Hi, I'm Eddie! I'm here for Betty! We're going for speghetti. Is she
ready?"
Again, the farmer wasn't too impressed by the poetry, but he was in a good mood, and allowed his daughter go out on her date.
Finally, a bit later, the doorbell rang for the third time. The farmer grabbed his gun and opened the door. To the third young man he demanded "Who the Hell are you?"
The young man replied;
"Hi, I'm Chuck..."
The farmer shot him.
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