TNT Sunday Night “Humor While We Wait” Posted by Mot at TNT



Mot: A farmer had five female pigs. Times were hard, so he decided to take them to the county fair and sell them.


At the fair, he met another Farmer who owned five male pigs. After talking a bit, they decided to mate the pigs and split everything 50/50.


The farmers lived sixty miles apart. So they agreed to drive thirty miles each, find a field in which to let the pigs mate.


The first morning, the farmer with the female pigs got up at 5 A.M., loaded the pigs into the family station wagon, (which was the only vehicle he had) and drove the thirty miles. While the pigs were mating, he asked the other farmer,


“How will I know if they are pregnant?”


The other farmer replied, “If they’re lying in the grass tomorrow morning, they’re pregnant. If they’re in the mud, they’re not.”


The next morning the pigs were rolling in the mud. So he hosed them off, loaded them into the family station wagon again and proceeded to try again. This continued each morning for more than a week.


Both farmers were worn out.


The next morning he was too tired to get out of bed. He called to his wife,


“Honey, please look outside and tell me whether the pigs are in the mud or in the grass.”


“Neither,” yelled his wife. “They’re in the station wagon and one of them is honking the horn.”




Mot:  That same day the old man received another letter from his son.


So an elderly Italian man living alone in New Jersey wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, since the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:


Dear Vincent,  I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over.. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.  Love, Papa


A few days later he received a letter from his son.


Dear Pop, Don’t dig up that garden. That’s where the bodies are buried.  Love, Vinnie


At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.


That same day the old man received another letter from his son.


Dear Pop,  Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.   Love you,


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