A mountain farmer got in his pickup and drove several miles to a
neighboring farm and knocked on the farmhouse door. A young boy,
about 12, opened the door.
"Is yer pa home?" he asked.
"No sir, he sure ain't," the boy replied. "He went to town."
"Well," said the farmer. "Is yer ma home?"
"No, she ain't here either. She went to town with pa."
"Well, then, how about yer brother, Joe, is he here?"
"No sir, he went with pa and ma."
The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot
to the other, and mumbling to himself.
"Is there anything I kin do fer ya'?" inquired the young boy
politely.
"I know where all the tools are, if you want to borry one; Or
maybe I could take a message fer pa."
"Well," said the farmer uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to
yer pa. It's about your brother Joe getting my daughter, Pearly Mae,
pregnant."
The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to talk to pa
about that," He finally conceded. "I know that pa charges $50 for the
bull and $25 for the boar hog, but I really don't know how much he
gets for Joe."

 

I'm not even going to comment(well technically I am)