A travelling salesman’s car breaks down on a deserted road, and he seeks refuge from the evening storm at a nearby farmhouse.
The farmer, being a kindly soul, says to the man that he can spend the night and they’ll sort his car out in the morning.
“There’s only one small problem,” says the farmer, “We don’t have much room, so y’all will have to either sleep on the couch, or share the spare bedroom with Baby.”
Thoughts of middle-of-the-night crying, early-morning nаррy changing and all those other unpleasant things that come with sharing a room with a strange baby spring to mind, so the salesman agrees to sleep on the couch.
The next morning, he walks into the kitchen in the hopes of scoring some breakfast, and he sees this absolutely stunning, blonde, t*ts like melons and legs that went right up to her neck, she was busy making coffee and dressed in just a silk negligee,
She turns around when he walks in and coos:
“Hi, I’m Baby, who are you?”
He replies:
“I’m the sтuрid fсuкеr who just spent the whole of last night alone on the fсuкing couch!!”
“What would you like?” says the barman.
“What would I like?” says Bob. “A вiggеr house, more money and a more attractive wife.”
“No,” says the barman, patiently. “I meant what do you want?”
“To win the lottery, for my mother-in-law to die and for my child to be born healthy!”
“What’s it to be?” says the barman, less patiently.
A boy or a girl, I don’t care.
You misunderstand me, says the barman, impatiently, I only asked what you want to drink.
Oh, says Bob, I see. Why didn’t you say so? What have you got?
Nothing at all, says the barman. I’m perfectly healthy.