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The Farmer’s Four Daughters

There was a farmer who had four daughters. He was in a habit of worrying
about each of his daughters and always answered the door with a shotgun.

One night he hears a knock at the door and opens it to find a young man
standing there.

The young man says: "My name is Freddy. I've come to pick up Betty.
We're going out for spaghetti. I hope she's ready."

The farmer thought that was cute so he let them go out. Pretty soon
another knock on the door and another young man was there.

He said: "My name is Vance. I've come for Nance. We're going to a
dance. Is she ready by chance?"

Again the farmer thought it was cute and let them go. Soon another
knock on the door with yet another young man standing there.

He said: "My name is Moe. I'm here to get Flo. We're going to a show.
Is she ready to go?"

Once again the farmer thought it was cute and he let them go. Again
there was a knock on the door and a young man was standing there.

He said: "My name is Chuck..."

... the farmer shot him!
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