What are your favourite summer memories Mark

Winter days when the labourers freeze in the fields

I like the farmers harvesting their golden corn

Do you not just love it

When the late afternoon sun

Dances merrily within

The extensive dust clouds

No

It makes me so happy that I could sit down and cry

There are normally no park benches on our farms Stan

Then I will sit in the richer dust without complaint

I am shagging your sister Mark

She is gagging for it

That is of no consequence

If Mary Anne is happy

Then I am happy

She is a dirty little bitch

Nothing shocks her

I know I pray for her every night

Do you still sleep in the same room

Yes but I would rather not discuss this temptation

God is testing me my friend

But you were a dunce at school

I know

All holes

Sadly yes

Although I do give her an allowance when she is eating

I agree as your mothers pies are legendary in these parts

Yes but sadly I am no longer able

To take our sheep dogs for a walk

As it is not practical to do so