And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker!". So, God made a farmer!God said I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows and work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board. So, God made a farmer!I need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to rustle a calf,…
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