A man is driving home one wet and windy November night when his car breaks down. It's eleven o'clock at night and the country road is deserted. He sees a light in the distance and starts walking to-wards it. Half a mile later he is at the door of a farmhouse. He knocks on the door and the farmer answers and opens the door. The man explains his predicament. The farmer listens sympathetically and tell him that he's welcome to spend the night there.
"The only thing is" explains the farmer, "you'll have to share the bed with my nineteen year old nubile daughter".
"I'm sorry" replies the man as he starts to turn away, "I appear to be in the wrong joke".
"The only thing is" explains the farmer, "you'll have to share the bed with my nineteen year old nubile daughter".
"I'm sorry" replies the man as he starts to turn away, "I appear to be in the wrong joke".