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volksdragonPosting here too, because it's funny.
The out-of-state couple are camping on the shores of a lake near a tiny
hamlet. The young wife, stunningly built, decides to give the local town
folk a thrill by sunbathing in the nude.
"That's OK with me, honey," says her husband. "I'll go get some wood for
the fire."
About thirty minutes later, the husband returns to the campsite and finds
his wife in tears. One of her breasts has been painted green, the other red
and her butt is blue.
"What on earth happened to you, dear?" he asks.
"Some of those rednecks from town came over and told me they don't allow any
nakedness around these parts. Then they gave me this paint job!"
"Damn those trouble-makers! I'll fix them!" the husband shouts.
He rides into town and finds the rednecks in a bar.
"Who is the SOB who painted my wife red, green and blue!" he shouts.
A huge redneck, about 6' 8" steps forward, a shotgun in his hand.
"I did it," he bellows. "What you got to say about it?"
The husband answers meekly, "I just wanted you to know the first coat of
paint is dry."
The out-of-state couple are camping on the shores of a lake near a tiny
hamlet. The young wife, stunningly built, decides to give the local town
folk a thrill by sunbathing in the nude.
"That's OK with me, honey," says her husband. "I'll go get some wood for
the fire."
About thirty minutes later, the husband returns to the campsite and finds
his wife in tears. One of her breasts has been painted green, the other red
and her butt is blue.
"What on earth happened to you, dear?" he asks.
"Some of those rednecks from town came over and told me they don't allow any
nakedness around these parts. Then they gave me this paint job!"
"Damn those trouble-makers! I'll fix them!" the husband shouts.
He rides into town and finds the rednecks in a bar.
"Who is the SOB who painted my wife red, green and blue!" he shouts.
A huge redneck, about 6' 8" steps forward, a shotgun in his hand.
"I did it," he bellows. "What you got to say about it?"
The husband answers meekly, "I just wanted you to know the first coat of
paint is dry."
