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Lumberg
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There were two neighboring farmers, Bob and Frank, who were feuding.
They each had a teenager. One had a boy, one a girl.
One day Frank knocked on Bob's door. They hadn't talked in years. Suspicious, Bob asked him what he wanted.
"Well Bob, I don't want that son of yourn getting anywhere near my daughter again!"
"Well," Frank answered, "who says he has been with your daughter in the first place?"
"His name was written in the snow in front my house in urine."
"That don't prove nothin. Boys write their name in the snow all the time, Frank."
"Well," said Frank, "I think I can recognize my own daughter's handwriting!"
And turned and stomped away.
They each had a teenager. One had a boy, one a girl.
One day Frank knocked on Bob's door. They hadn't talked in years. Suspicious, Bob asked him what he wanted.
"Well Bob, I don't want that son of yourn getting anywhere near my daughter again!"
"Well," Frank answered, "who says he has been with your daughter in the first place?"
"His name was written in the snow in front my house in urine."
"That don't prove nothin. Boys write their name in the snow all the time, Frank."
"Well," said Frank, "I think I can recognize my own daughter's handwriting!"
And turned and stomped away.
