Did you hear the one about the overprotective farmer and his three daughters?
Whenever one of his daughters had a date, he would meet the young man at the door with a shotgun in his hand.
One night, all three daughters had dates. When the first date rang the bell, the farmer picked up his shotgun and answered the door. "Hi, I'm Eddie," said the boy, "I'm here for Betty, we're gonna get spaghetti."
The farmer didn't care much for poetry, but let his oldest daughter go out anyway.
A little bit later the doorbell rang again. The farmer grabbed his shotgun, opened the door, and the boy said "Hi, I'm Joe. I'm here for Flo. We're going to the show."
The farmer let his middle daughter out for the evening.
With only his youngest daughter left at home, the doorbell rang again. Shotgun in hand the farmer opened the door.
"Hi, I'm Chuck..." began the boy.
The farmer shot him.
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