A city guy worked in an office building and HATED it. All he could think and dream of was owning a farm. He would not eat lunch but instead save his money to make his dreams a reality. He saved every penny but only had about $10,000 in his farm account. While he was not eating his lunch he would look through ads for property like we used to look at the Sears Christmas catalog. And wish and dream. One day he couldn’t believe his eyes, an ad read, “1,000 acre farm for sale, with all equipment, livestock, crops in the field, barn, chicken coop, and farm house. $10,000 (WITH CONDITIONS). He was sure it was a misprint but he jumped it his car after work and took off to the country. When he drove up he was amazed, the place looked like a painting, it was beautiful. The old farmer was sitting on a rail fence when the guy pulled up to the barn. The farmer assured him it was all correct and the only condition was that he marry the farmer’s daughter. He said that sounds good, I would like to meet her. The farmer yelled “Lulabell come here”. This huge ol’ gal came skipping out of the house, pigtails slapping in the breeze chanting “come to papa, come to papa, come to papa”. When she was introduced, she smiled and she only had 4 teeth and they didn’t touch. In his mind he was thinking about his dreams coming true at last and if intimacy was ever called for he could always put a bag over her head. The deal went down, the farm changed hands and the couple nuptulated. One day the guy was up on the barn repairing storm damage and he yelled “Lulabell get me the shingles”. Off she skips chanting “get the shingles, get the shingles, get the shingles “. A while later he yelled “Lulabell get the nails “. There she skipped off again chanting “get the nails, get the nails, get the nails “. As he was nailing up the shingles he hit his finger with the hammer and exclaimed a word that starts and ends like the word firetruck. Lulabell went skipping off chanting “get the bag, get the bag, get the bag