|There was once a goat farmer who had a French farm hand working with him to help castrate his goats. As the farmer castrated the goats, the french farm hand took the parts and was about to throw them into the trash. “No!” yelled the farmer, “Don’t throw those away! My wife fries them up and we eat them, they’re delicious! They’re called Goat Fries!” The farm hand saved the parts and took them to the farmer’s wife who cooked them up for supper.
This went on for three days….and each evening they had Goat Fries for supper. On the fourth night the farmer came in to the house for supper. He asked his wife where the farm hand was and she replied, “It’s the strangest thing! When he came in and asked what was for supper, I told him French Fries and he ran like hell!”
By: The Rusty Goat