How Pumpkin Pies Are Really Made

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     I normally wouldn't post a picture or column about something that "pushes the envelope." However, I am making an exception in this case, because the above picture reminds me of a joke that my father used to tell. He would sometimes tell alternative jokes in his early years.

     So, here is the joke...I only had to "bleep" out one four-letter word, but that will be painfully obvious to the reader what that word is, when you read it in the joke.

 

     There was this traveling salesman who was on his route one day, and he had to go to the bathroom really bad. Well, since there were no bathrooms around and the only thing in sight was a pumpkin patch, he cut open a pumpkin and did his duty into it.

     He figured he would be back this way soon and he would bring a shovel and bury the pumpkin and nobody would be the wiser. Well, a few weeks later he is back and he has his shovel, but the pumpkin patch has been harvested. So, he shrugs and gave a little chuckle as to what someone is going to find in the pumpkin.

     Well, a few years later he is at a pub nearby where the pumpkin patch was, and he laughingly relates the story to a local in the bar. Well, the local guy gets this look on his face and runs over to the phone and says:
     "Hello Sy, This is Vy, That was **** in that pie."

 

     Due to memories that come and go over the years since my Dad passed away, I'm not sure if this is a perfectly accurate rendition of my Dad's version. The term "hobo" may have been used in place of "salesman," and the man, Sy, was calling home to his wife, Vy.