Two drifters walk over a country road, playing at marbles of side to sharp, vaguely of the hunger.Suddenly they see a farm! With a slightly faster walk, they go for it and knock on the door.once there, a woman farmer opens the door, but what a nasty one:ugly, very very ugly, large festering sores, sticking, oily hair, a torned, dirty dress, armpits as a rain forest and smelly as a minkfarm.'' Do you have something to eat for us?''the drifters ask.''yes offcourse,'' answers the incarnated nightmare,'' it's just that you'll have to do me afterwards!'' One drifter turns off, big tears weeping round so much injustice.The others says:'' That is o.k.!''and goes inside with the slobby woman farmer.And eating he does! After a hour, the refrigerator is empty and the drifter full.
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