“Well, doc, 25 years ago…”, the farmhand starts to explain.
“Never mind the past! Tell me how you broke your leg this morning”, the doctor says, cutting hom short.
But the farmhand continues telling his story…
“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”.
The farmhand took a breath and continued…
“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, “it finally dawned on me what she meant, and I fell off the roof!”
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