Sunday, February 10, 2008

82 - The Fruits Of Love

A newlywed couple were spending their honeymoon in a remote log cabin in the mountains. They had registered on Saturday and hadn’t been seen for five days. The elderly woman who ran the resort got concerned about the welfare of the newlyweds, and sent her husband to check on them.

The husband knocks on the door of the cabin, and a weak voice from inside answers.

The old man asks, “Are you young folks all right?”

“Yes, we’re fine,” the man answered. We’re living on the fruits of love.”

The old man replied, “I kinda figured that. Say…would you mind not throwing the peelings out the window? They’re choking my ducks!”

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