One mans's junk indeed ...
A guy I work with, Darren, lives up a dead end road with a good neighbor who shares road maintenance with him. Generally they help each other out on all the things that farm country brings.
The neighbor was telling him that his uncle in Montana had a beautiful '50s Cub tractor that he was giving away. Darren suggested that they fire up his 2ton Chev and go get it. They got the OK from their wives and took off early one Saturday, loaded it up, and were back home late Sunday night. Darren's wife took a look next morning, and her utterance has become their new catchphrase for all situations Male v. Female.
She looked at that beauty and said,
"You went to Montana for THAT?"
