Ma and Pa were two old hillbillies living a simple life on their farm up in the hills. One hot summer day, Pa trudged back from the outhouse looking mighty troubled.

Ma and Pa were two old hillbillies living a simple life on their farm up in the hills. One hot summer day, Pa trudged back from the outhouse looking mighty troubled.
“Ma,” he said, scratching his head, “that hole under the privy’s plumb full, and I ain’t got the slightest idea how to empty it.”
Ma didn’t even look up from her biscuit dough. “Why don’t you go ask that young feller down the road? He’s a college gradjyate. Oughta know everything, right?”
So Pa climbed into his rusty old truck and rumbled down to the neighbor’s farm.
“Mr. College Gradjyate,” Pa began, “my outhouse hole’s full, and I don’t know what to do about it.”
The young man thought for a moment, then grinned. “Easy fix. Get two sticks of dynamite—one with a short fuse, one with a long one. Put ’em both under the outhouse and light ’em together. The short fuse will blow the privy sky-high, and while it’s up in the air, the long fuse will blast the mess all over your fields. Free fertilizer! Then the outhouse’ll drop back down right where it started, good as new.”
Pa’s eyes lit up. “Well, I’ll be! That’s genius!”