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"Over the years, I haven't been completely faithful to you."
"When I did fool around, I put a soybean in the drawer to remind myself of my indiscretion," she explained.
The farmer admitted that he had not always been faithful either, and therefore, was inclined to forgive and forget her few moments of weakness.
"I'm curious though," he said, "Where did the thirty dollars come from?"
"Oh that, " his wife replied, "Well, when soybeans hit ten dollars a bushel, I sold out!"
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"It's horrible," she said, "just horrible -- Jerome is dead!" Feeling there was little he could do, Frank walked on.
A few minutes later, he came upon another woman crying hysterically. "Jerome is dead!" she screamed as she staggered past.
Continuing along the road, Frank came upon a sickening sight: a big bear of a man lay on the road beneath the wheels of a truck. The force of the impact had ripped the man's clothes off and, much to Frank's surprise, the man had a penis over a foot long. There were several other women surrounding him screaming, "'Jerome is dead! Jerome is dead!"
Upon reaching his house, he said to his wife, "Honey, you won't believe what i just saw. A man was lying in the road, stiff as a board -- and he had an endowment at least fourteen inches long."
"Sweet Jesus," she said, "Jerome is dead?!"
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