"How
did it happen?" the doctor asked the middle-aged farmhand
as he set the
man's broken leg.
"Well,
doc, 25 years ago..."
"Never
mind the past! Tell me how you broke your leg this morning."
"Like
I was saying... 25 years ago, when I first started working
on the farm, that
night, right after I'd gone to bed, the farmer's
beautiful daughter came into
my room. She asked me if there
was anything I wanted.
I said,
"No, everything is fine."
"Are
you sure?" she asked.
"I'm
sure," I said.
"Isn't
there anything I can do for you?" she wanted to know.
"I
reckon not," I replied.
"Excuse
me," said the doctor, "What the hell does this story have to
do with
your broken leg?"
"Well,
this morning," the farmhand explained, "when it dawned
on me what she meant, I fell off the roof!"
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