So there I was at the local feed store picking up a six pack and some ammo. I was just loooking over the excellent selection of stink bait when a beautiful cowgirl came up to me and asked my name. Now folks, when I saw cowgirl, I dont mean a lady in boots and a cowboy hat. I mean one of the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. She was drop dead beautiful and built like a small block chevy engine. So there I was stampering out my name looking like a fool wondering what to do. All I could think of was commenting on how good the stink bait smelled. Well she bent over, busoms falling out, beautiful legs all stretched out like a rednecks wet dream, sniffed the stink bait and, If Im lying Im dying, she agreed on how good it smelled. Well next thing you know she is telling me how attractive she finds me and is impressed by the holes in my jeans and the cow dung on the side of my boots. I offered to go outside and wipe it off, but she said no, she liked me just the way I was. Well that was enough for me, I was ready to sniff her panties right then; but wait theres more. She took me out in the parking lot and lo and behold; there were 10 brand new Massey Ferguson and one John Deer tractors lined up. She told me they all belonged to her. Well now Im not the most trusting sort of indivudal and figured there was no way all these tractors were hers. After all, who the hell would buy a John Deer? I mean for real. I might have been born in the barn, but I assure you there wasnt no John Deer in there at the time. Well she sees me looking at the John Deer and tells me she is going to give it to me. I didnt know what to say. I was still stupidfied at the thought of owning a John Deer. A little embarrased as well, because people were starting to gather and point. Well the only thing I can think of is I need to get that tractor out of there before someone ask who it belongs to, so I ask her why she is giving me this gift. Well she tells me its not a gift. She gives me a wink and says in exchange I would have to plow her field whenever she wanted. Just about that time I hear someone snickering out the inevitable question. Who owns that John Deer? Well, I decided she was hot and I would have loved to take her up to the loft for a roll in the hay, but I wasnt going to be plowing no fields with a John Deer for anybody. I paid for my stink bait, got in my Ford truck and went home. Did I do right?

Go for it come on you know you want to

I think you did right.

omg..that is too funny....
Becca

"Well, I decided she was hot and.."

Dude! This is the only line my eyes went to (its a gift). The ending better be that there was sex involved. I only have time for 7 words in a post. Next!

What a story!!!

That story was completely believable.

You should have taken the John Deer and sold it to a city slicker, like Billy Crystal.

Also, it's possible that she had something else in mind when she said "plow my field". Did she mention anything about the back fourty needing to be plowed?

LOL that was good

oooooooo lmaofff..... you should right a book.... very talented story teller!

Well no, she just said she needed her field plowed on a regular basis and that it had been freshly trimmed. Who the hell trims a field before you plow it and why would it need to be plowed more than once a season. I wish she would have just offered to take me up in the loft for some down and dirty lovin. I might have plowed her field for that, but I sure as hell aint doing it for no John Deer tractor.

Hey you have to keep your dignity!! Go for the lovin but not for the tractor!!

But how did she drive all ten tractors there?

Hey ya'll...that is a true story.... I was the one who ask who the John Deere belonged to...... and the cow girl was really hot....

ha.ha.ah. aha.ah.aha.aha.aha.aha.aaha.a

NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE.

Well, that was brilliant. I think I just fell for you, because of your writing. Le swoon. Hey, you wanna come plow my field? I haven't trimmed it yet.....

yup, see thats what we want..... entertainment!

I agree with flyankee, this is one of the best I've read!