A salesman was traveling through the country side, flogging insect repellent.
He came to a ranch and tried his pitch on the farmer. “Sir, my bug spray is so good you will never be bitten again. I guarantee it.”
The farmer was dubious.
“Young man, I’ll make you a proposition. I’ll tie you out in the paddock with my cows, buck naked, and cover you with that bug spray.
If there is not a single bite on you come morning, I’ll buy a whole case from you, and get everyone in the county to buy a case… we will make you rich.”
The salesman was delighted.
They went to the field and he stripped. The farmer sprayed him thoroughly with the bug spray and tied him to a stake.
Back to the house went the farmer.
The next morning, the farmer and his family trooped out to the paddock.
Sure enough, the salesman was there, hanging in his bonds, not a single bite on him. Yet he was a total wreck! Pale, ghastly, haggard, and drawn, but not one bite on him.
The farmer was perplexed. “Son,” he said, “You don’t have a bite on you but you look like hell! What the devil happened?”
The salesman looked up through bloodshot eyes, points at a nearby calf and croaked,
“Doesn’t that thing have a mother?”
