There once was a farmer who was raising 3 daughters on his own. He was
> very concerned about their well being and always did his best to watch out
> for them. As they entered the late teens the girls dated and on this
> particular evening all three of his girls were going out on a date.
>
> This was the first time this had occurred. As was his custom, he would
> greet the young suitor at the door holding his shotgun, not to menace or
> threaten but merely to ensure that the young man knew who was boss.
>
> The doorbell rang and the first of the boys arrived. Father answered the
> door and the lad said:
>
> " Hi, my name's Joe, I'm here for Flo. We're going to the show, is she
> ready to go?" The father looked him over and sent the kids on their way.
>
> The next lad arrived and said " My name's Eddie, I'm here for Betty, we're
> gonna get some spaghetti, is she ready?" Father felt this one was ok too,
> so off the two kids went.
>
> The final young man arrived and the farmer opened the door. The boy
> started off  "Hi, my name's Chuck ..... and the farmer shot him.
>