This is one of my favorites about a farmer and his . . sons.
It seems this pert young miss was traveling for a medical supply house. Her car broke down one night on the road and she was forced to seek shelter in a farmhouse. After dinner the farmer went out to the barn to take care of some chores, and the traveling saleswoman and the two sons found themselves alone in the house.
Passion began to rise in the bosoms of the two stalwart young men. So, after a certain amount of amorous byplay the older son finally said: “Gee, golly lady, you’re pretty. I’d sure like to kiss you.”
“Me, too,” gurgled his brother.
“I wouldn’t object,” said the lady, always willing to please. “But I do have one request.”
“What’s that, lady?” they chorused.
“As you know, I travel for a medical supply house and we believe that kissing is dangerous. Too many germs are passed that way. If you want to kiss me, you’ll have to wear these gauze masks to prevent my catching some disease.”
“That’s okay with us, lady,” said the boys, their ardor rising by the minute. The young stalwarts donned the masks and each got their antiseptic kisses. The next morning the saleswoman left.
About two months later, the boys were working in the north pasture. The older turned to the younger, “You know,” he said. I don’t care if that lady gets a disease.”
“Me neither,” responded his brother.
“Then, let’s take off these goldurn masks,” said the older boy.