Snow in June

A big-rig operator stopped to pick up a girl hitchhiker wearing REALLY
short shorts.

“Say, What’s your name, mister?” she inquired, after she climbed up in
the truck.

“It’s Snow—-Roy Snow,” he answered, “and what’s yours?”

“Me, I’m June—-June Hansen,” she said.

After a short while she asked, “Hey, why do you keep sizing me up with
those sidelong glances?”

“Can you imagine what it might be like,” he countered, “…having eight
inches of Snow in June?”