The Pond

The Pond
An old man in California by the name of Don M. had owned a large farm for several years.
He had a big pond in the back, fixed up nice with picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and some apple and peach trees. The pond was properly shaped and fixed up for swimming when it was built.
One evening Don M. decided to go down to the pond, as he had not been there for a while, and look it over. He grabbed a 5-gallon bucket to bring back some fruit.
As Don M. neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee.
As he got closer, he saw a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond.
He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end. One of he women shouted to him, “We’re not coming out until you leave!”
Don M. frowned, “I didn’t come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked.” Holding the bucket up, he said, “I’m here to feed the alligator.”

Moral: Old men can still think fast!


well done sir.