A truck driver is driving through Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, when his truck breaks down. He sees an Amish farm house up ahead and knocks on the door. When the farmer answers, the driver explains his situation and asks for a ride into town to get some parts so he can fix his truck. The farmer says, "Well, I'm on my way out the door, but I'll tell ya what . . . I'll have my daughter Nellie take ya into town."
The truck driver and Nellie hop in the buckboard and ride off to town. The truck driver asks the parts manager for the needed parts, but the manager says he has to order them from Allentown. He can have them shipped overnight, and they'll be there in 24 hours. The driver and Nellie hop back in the buckboard and ride back out to the farm.
The truck driver explains to the farmer the situation and asks permission to stay in his barn overnight. Permission was granted.
The next morning, the truck driver helps the farmer around the farm to "pay" for staying there. He looks at his watch, notices it's 24 hours later, and knocks on the farmer's door. "Can you give me a lift into town to get that part?", he asks. The farmer says, "Well, I'm on my way out the door, and Nellie - she's at a knittin' contest . . . I'll tell ya what; I'll have my daughter Venus take ya into town!" The truck driver agrees, and he jumps in the buckboard with Venus to go get his parts. They ride out to town, he picks up the parts, and he and Venus drive back to the farm. The truck driver fixes his truck and drives off.
About five months later, the truck driver gets a letter in the mail from the farmer. It reads:
Dear Son:
Are you the one that did the pushin', left the blood stains on the cushion, left the footprints on the dashboard upside down? Ever since you had out Nellie, she's had trouble with her belly, and I think it's time that you should stop around!
The truck driver, thoroughly pissed-off, writes a letter back to the farmer. It reads:
Dear Pop:
Yeah, I'm the one that did the pushin', left the blood stains on the cushion, left the footprints on the dashboard upside down. Ever since I had out Venus, I've had trouble with my penis, so I think we're fifty-fifty all around!
