A well-off man of the city decided to quit his job, leave the stressful city life behind and become a farmer. He had saved enough to by land, some easy-to-grow crops, and with the last of his funds, he bought a small herd of pigs with the intent to breed them for pork.
However, due to his inexperience, he soon realized that all the pigs he bought were female. Now he had a problem.
He found a more experienced pig-farmer and arranged a deal were he would bring his female pigs to visit the old farmer’s herd for a couple days, and hopefully by the time he brought them back, they’d all be pregnant.
“How will I know if they’re pregnant?” The new farmer asked his elder.
“When you get up at dawn, look out at your pig field. If they’re out grazing that early, it means they’re pregnant (and trying to consume extra calories for the young they’re carrying).”
The first weekend they did this, the farmer loaded all the female pigs up on his truck Saturday morning, drove them over to the old farmers pens, and set them loose to mingle with the males. Sunday evening he picked them back up and drove them home. Early Monday morning, he got out of bed, looked out his window where he could see their field, but none of the sows were grazing. “It’s too soon,” he thought. Every morning for three weeks he’d eagerly get up and check if the sows were grazing. Every morning they were still lazily hanging around their barn, waiting for the day to warm up before going outside.
So the farmer took his sows back to the old farmer’s pig pens, and repeated the process. He did this every few weeks for half a year, and each time, the sows weren’t doing the early morning grazing that was supposed to indicate they were pregnant.
Finally, as winter was approaching, the former city-dweller was deeply depressed at his failure to be a farmer. Dawn came at 6am that Friday, but he didn’t get out of bed. 7am. 8am. Finally at 9am his wife asked him if he was going to get up and take the sows over to the stud farm?
Depressed, he told her, “look out the window for me. Are the pigs grazing yet?” He moaned.
His wife sighed and walked over to the window, pulling back the curtain to look. She blinked twice.
“Well?” The novice farmer asked.
“Well…” she hesitated, “they’re not grazing, but they’ve all jumped into the truck and one of them’s honking the horn!”
I LOVE THAT DOG!
and he loves pizza
Nah, he just loves pizza bimbo…
Have we ever seen pizza bimbo? I don’t remember.
Once. Right at the end of Monica’s trip to Mexico.
http://wapsisquare.com/comic/04142003/
Deitzel would get along well with a certain quartet of turtles, I reckon…
No Deitzel you can not drive. Move over to the passenger seat.
Reminds me of a story/joke.
A well-off man of the city decided to quit his job, leave the stressful city life behind and become a farmer. He had saved enough to by land, some easy-to-grow crops, and with the last of his funds, he bought a small herd of pigs with the intent to breed them for pork.
However, due to his inexperience, he soon realized that all the pigs he bought were female. Now he had a problem.
He found a more experienced pig-farmer and arranged a deal were he would bring his female pigs to visit the old farmer’s herd for a couple days, and hopefully by the time he brought them back, they’d all be pregnant.
“How will I know if they’re pregnant?” The new farmer asked his elder.
“When you get up at dawn, look out at your pig field. If they’re out grazing that early, it means they’re pregnant (and trying to consume extra calories for the young they’re carrying).”
The first weekend they did this, the farmer loaded all the female pigs up on his truck Saturday morning, drove them over to the old farmers pens, and set them loose to mingle with the males. Sunday evening he picked them back up and drove them home. Early Monday morning, he got out of bed, looked out his window where he could see their field, but none of the sows were grazing. “It’s too soon,” he thought. Every morning for three weeks he’d eagerly get up and check if the sows were grazing. Every morning they were still lazily hanging around their barn, waiting for the day to warm up before going outside.
So the farmer took his sows back to the old farmer’s pig pens, and repeated the process. He did this every few weeks for half a year, and each time, the sows weren’t doing the early morning grazing that was supposed to indicate they were pregnant.
Finally, as winter was approaching, the former city-dweller was deeply depressed at his failure to be a farmer. Dawn came at 6am that Friday, but he didn’t get out of bed. 7am. 8am. Finally at 9am his wife asked him if he was going to get up and take the sows over to the stud farm?
Depressed, he told her, “look out the window for me. Are the pigs grazing yet?” He moaned.
His wife sighed and walked over to the window, pulling back the curtain to look. She blinked twice.
“Well?” The novice farmer asked.
“Well…” she hesitated, “they’re not grazing, but they’ve all jumped into the truck and one of them’s honking the horn!”
When did Monica get a new car!?