jersey
April 10th, 2001, 04:57 PM
who never left the county before visits her childhood friend, now a successful career woman in a large city. The businesswoman brings her mountain friend to a large upscale grocery store.
"Damn," says the hillbilly woman, "look at that. Just row after row of nothing but food. Lookee there, a whole row of just meats and stuff. And over there, row after row of food in cans. And here, a whole aisle of nothing but vegetables."
The mountain woman bends over and picks up two potatoes, one in each hand and stares at them. "These remind me of my husbands balls," she says. "Your husbands balls are that big?" asks the businesswoman friend. "No," moans the mountain lady, "my husbands balls are that dirty."
[Edited by Jersey on April 10th, 2001 at 09:50 PM]
"Damn," says the hillbilly woman, "look at that. Just row after row of nothing but food. Lookee there, a whole row of just meats and stuff. And over there, row after row of food in cans. And here, a whole aisle of nothing but vegetables."
The mountain woman bends over and picks up two potatoes, one in each hand and stares at them. "These remind me of my husbands balls," she says. "Your husbands balls are that big?" asks the businesswoman friend. "No," moans the mountain lady, "my husbands balls are that dirty."
[Edited by Jersey on April 10th, 2001 at 09:50 PM]