There was a story about an old man and a young fellow who lived next to each other. The old man worked as a farmer and owned a few hens. Meanwhile, the young man worked in town.
Both of them never like each other. The young man hated the old man because he always thought the old farmer was dirty and had dirty jobs. The old man hated the young man because of his lack of attitude. They had not talk to one another for almost a year since their last quarrel.
Every night, one of the farmer's hens would lay an egg. Every morning, the old farmer would pick the egg up for his breakfast. One day, the farmer was about to pick up the egg when he found out that his hen had laid the egg in the young man's garden.
The farmer was going to enter the garden when the young man suddenly appeared. He walked towards the egg and pick it up.
"Aahh, looks like I'd have an egg for my breakfast today" said the young man.
The farmer was very angry. He claimed that the egg was his, since he owned the hens.
However, the young man also claimed that the egg should be his, because the hen had laid the egg in his garden.
They quarreled over a period of time.
Eventually, the old farmer felt tired, but he could not let off that matter.
He came up with a solution.
"There's no point if we keep arguing like this. Let's have a competition." said the old farmer.
"What kind of competition?" asked the young man.
"Let's see whose balls are stronger. I will kick your balls, and time how long it takes for you to get back up. After that, you will kick my balls as hard as you could, and time how long it takes for me to get back up" suggested the old farmer.
"Then we compare, whoever has the shortest time to get back up after recovering the pain, shall be the winner" the old farmer continued.
The young man agreed.
Upon that, the farmer took a few steps back, channeled all his strength to his feet and DUSHH! He kicked the young man's ball so damn hardly.
The young man couldn't resist the pain and stumbled to the ground in agony. The farmer started recording the time for him to get back up.
After 30 minutes, the young man had recovered from the nightmarish pain.
"Now it's my turn to kick your balls" said the young man with anger and impatience.
"You know what.." said the old farmer, "You can keep the goddamn egg.." he said and vanished into his house.
p/s: Old men are wise. Don't make fool of them.
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