When you click on links to various merchants on this site and make a purchase, this can result in this site earning a commission. Affiliate programs and affiliations include, but are not limited to, the eBay Partner Network.
This Texan was driving through Georgia and he decided to take the back roads and check out the scenery.
He got about fifteen miles out in the country and he saw a farmer on his tractor eating his lunch.
He stopped and struck up a conversation with the quiet Georgian.
How big is your farm asked the Texan?
From that fencepost over yonder to the barn replied the farmer.
The Texan snickered and said, I have a farm in Texas and if I get up at sun up and drive all day like the devil himself is after me, I'd be lucky to get to the other side of my property by sundown.
The old farmer said, I had a Chevy truck like that once.
We really don't need big farms here in Texas because the land is so fertile. My uncle spilled a small sack of roofing nails just before a rain and three weeks later he harvested four acres of crowbars.
Dono
>We really don't need big farms here in Texas because the
>land is so fertile. My uncle spilled a small sack of roofing
>nails just before a rain and three weeks later he harvested
>four acres of crowbars.
>Dono
>Goes to show ya, the first liar doesn't stand a chance!
You're right. I suppose that's why I have a yankee friend who is a navy vet and he dosn't believe me when I tell him that the battleship Texas is so big that the cook uses a submarine in the stew to see if the potatoes are done.
Not that every thing is big in Texas. The town I used to live in was so small that both city limit signs were on the same post. The city council put in a 1-way street and nobody could get back to town.
Dono