Itchy, You\'ll like this...
A soldier, a marine and a sailor, are in a town looking for a place for the night, when they come across a farm. The military men knock on the door and ask the farmer if they can shack up in his barn that night, the farmer agrees.
Now the farmer is a mean nasty man with three gorgeous daughters, so he decides to prostitute them off to the military men to earn some money. That night he sends his daughters into the barn.
The next morning he asks his first daughter how everything went.
Oh it was great, she replied. I was with the soldier, we went into town picked up a six pack and split it and then made love for an hour, he then gave me $100.
He went to the second daughter.
I was with the marine she said, we went into town got a case of beer, we split the case and had sex for a couple of hours, he gave me $50.
The farmer then went to the third daughter who was crying.
Well, how\'d you do he asked her.
I was with the sailor she blubbered, we went into town and picked up a couple of bottles of whiskey, he drank them both and screwed my brains out all night and I loaned him $20 till next payday.
Moral of the story: Mothers watch your daughters when the sailors come to town.
A soldier, a marine and a sailor, are in a town looking for a place for the night, when they come across a farm. The military men knock on the door and ask the farmer if they can shack up in his barn that night, the farmer agrees.
Now the farmer is a mean nasty man with three gorgeous daughters, so he decides to prostitute them off to the military men to earn some money. That night he sends his daughters into the barn.
The next morning he asks his first daughter how everything went.
Oh it was great, she replied. I was with the soldier, we went into town picked up a six pack and split it and then made love for an hour, he then gave me $100.
He went to the second daughter.
I was with the marine she said, we went into town got a case of beer, we split the case and had sex for a couple of hours, he gave me $50.
The farmer then went to the third daughter who was crying.
Well, how\'d you do he asked her.
I was with the sailor she blubbered, we went into town and picked up a couple of bottles of whiskey, he drank them both and screwed my brains out all night and I loaned him $20 till next payday.
Moral of the story: Mothers watch your daughters when the sailors come to town.