A forward I got from Mac… Sweet…
An old farmer had owned a large farm for many years. Far out back,was a large pond. When the pond was built, it was properly shaped and fixed up nicely for swimming. The farmer had also fixed the surrounding area up nicely; picnic tables, horseshoe courts, basketball court, etc.
One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond to look it over, since he hadn’t been there for awhile. As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee. Drawing closer, he could see a bunch of young women skinny dipping in his pond!
He very politely made his presence known to the women, and in doing so, he watched as they all went shuffling to the deepest end of the pond.
One of the women shouted out to him, “we’re not coming out until you leave!”
To which the old man replied, “miss, i did not come down here to watch you ladies swim in the nude — nor did i come here to make each one of you get out of the pond naked. I merely came down to feed the alligator.”
The moral of the story: old age and treachery will triumph over youth and skill. – Always has. Always will.