“My father actually IS the son of a sharecropper.”
My father was actually a sharecropper, or as they were known in these latitudes, he was a half-cropper.
His neck was red from working in the sun too.
So I am the son of a sharecropper. Send me your signature on a bank draft for one million dollars.
“So I am the son of a sharecropper. Send me your signature on a bank draft for one million dollars.”
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LOL
Thankfully, my father, though from Mississippi, married a woman from Maine: they didn’t raise any idiots!
Your ping was FUNNY!!!