I worked with a guy years back, nice guy, real old time mountain family, and lamented the fact that his eldest daughter told him she was knocked up. This in the day when it was frowned on. Henry asked her who the father was, she replied that it probably happened at the baseball tournament, 4th of July, and she says, "How do know what tooth got you, when you back into a buzzsaw?"

Well this is a fine pickle we're in, should'a listened to Joe McCarthy and George Orwell I guess.