Fresh Brown Eggs.

On his way home from work Slacker Mike saw the sign for Farm Fresh Eggs. It was a little farm on a gravel road in rural Boone County so he decided to stop in and grab a dozen. It was late friday evening and the little old lady was a few eggs short of a dozen. She seemed to really enjoy the uncommon company.... it was beginning to look as if the sign was put near the roadside more to lure a lonesome conversation than to sell her eggs. Long story short a trip was made to the chicken coop to fetch a few eggs to cap the dozen when Mike tripped over the front tire of this go cart walking through the door. The old lady said "oh... that damn thing.... I've been tripping over that for fourty years."

Mike walked out with a dozen eggs and a sweet new go cart.