The old farmer and his wife were leaning against the edge to the pigpen when his wife longingly recalled that the next week would be their golden wedding anniversary. "Let's have a party, Joe," she said. "Let's kill the pig."
Joe scratched his head. "Gee, Philomena," he finally said, "I don't see why the pig should take the blame for something that happened fifty years ago."
Joe scratched his head. "Gee, Philomena," he finally said, "I don't see why the pig should take the blame for something that happened fifty years ago."
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