An aged farmer and his wife were leaning against the edge of their pig-pen
when the old woman wistfully recalled that the next week would mark their
Golden Wedding Anniversary.
"Let's have a big party, Homer," she suggested. "You'll need to kill a pig."
The farmer scratched his grizzled head. "Gee, Ethel," he finally answered,
"I don't see why the pig should take the blame for something that happened
fifty years ago."