There is a farmer with three, beautiful daughters. He was always wary of them dating horrible guys so he forbid them to date their entire teenage lives.
But when they turned eighteen the daughters told their father he couldn’t stop them from dating anymore and the farmer,
so, instead of fighting with them, he agreed, but under one condition. He wanted to meet their date,
and if he decided he didn’t like him the farmer would shoot him with the shotgun he kept by the door.
Immediately all three girls find a date, and the first guy came to pick up the first daughter.
The farmer greets the guy at the door with the shotgun in his hand, and the guy says,
”Hello, my name is Joe, and I’m here for Flo. Is she ready to go?”
This guy seems nice enough, so the farmer let’s him take his doughier out on a date. The next guy comes to the door and the farmer again opens the door with his shotgun in hand. The guy says,
“Hi, I’m here for Betty, we’re gonna go get some spaghetti. Is she ready?”
The farmer let’s this guy through because he, too, seems decent. The third and final guy walks up to the door and says,
”Hey, I’m Chuck—“
And so the farmer shoots him
