Barn Antics

Subject: Barn antics

Paddy was taking a short-cut through Mick’s farm-yard, when he saw a dim red light coming from the tractor shed. There was Mick, sensuously gyrating in front of a brand new Massey Ferguson, headlights ablaze. He pirouetted, and kicked one welly off to the hayloft; he stepped out of the other, and then ripped open his checked shirt to reveal the tea-stained vest beneath. He saucily pushed one brace off his shoulder, then the other, to dangle by his hips… he turned to present his buttocks to the tractor, and, still gyrating sensuously, began to unfasten his belt…

“Oh for God’s sake stop, No more, please!” cried Paddy.

Bejeezus, what are you doin’ there!?”

“What am I doin’? In the name of God, Mick, what are YOU doing?”

“Paddy, please, you’ll be sure and not tell anyone? I’m fair mortified to tell ye that me and Mrs Mick – well, we’ve not really been seein’ eye to eye in the bedroom department in a manner of speaking”

“Well, Mick, and I know your wife, so I can sympathise, but begorrah man I still don’t onderstand…”

“Well, we went to see a marriage coonciller, and he said I should do somethin’ sexy to a tractor…”

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