Striking out again at the town dance, a man began to walk back to his farmhouse. The guy passed a field of pumpkins that reminded him of shapely bare asses. Settling down next to one pumpkin, he cut a hole in it and began to enjoy himself. "Hey, pal, " a voice said, "what the hell are you doing with that pumpkin."

Thinking quickly, the man blurted, "Pumpkin? Shit, is it midnight already?"