Passes for funny

The Fowler family runs a small farm in Cumberland. A few years back they sold some land so they'd have enough money to make the farm self-sufficient for the future. Part of this plan included building a small store where you can buy what they grow - meats, vegetables, and especially dairy products. Chocolate milk so creamy that you swear it was actually a relabeled milkshake.

When I was there over thanksgiving a few weeks ago, I stopped by to pick up a bottle of chocolate milk for my grandmother. I got it from the store, left the money, and got back in the car to head out. As I idled down the driveway, Mr. Fowler crossed in front of the car, walking from the house out to the barn.

"Hi there."
Afternoon, sir. I just picked up a jug of chocolate milk.
"Very good."
I'm bringing it up to my grandmother - she swears by the stuff.
"Well. Better than swearin' at it!"