MillIronQH
Well-known member
>> An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged
him
>unmercifully.
>From morning till night (and sometimes later), she was
always
complaining
about something. The only time he got any relief was when
he was
out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow as much
as he
could.
One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him
lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade,
sat
down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately,
his
wife began haranguing him again.
Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on.
All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind
feet; caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed
her dead
on the spot.
At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed
something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach
the
>old
farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in
agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he
would
>listen
for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This
was so
consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer
about it.
So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old
farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed
with the
women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all
the men.
The old farmer said: "Well, the women would come up and
>say something about how nice my wife looked, or how
pretty her
dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement."<BR>> >
"And
>what
>about the men?" the minister asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale.
him
>unmercifully.
>From morning till night (and sometimes later), she was
always
complaining
about something. The only time he got any relief was when
he was
out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow as much
as he
could.
One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him
lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade,
sat
down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately,
his
wife began haranguing him again.
Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on.
All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind
feet; caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed
her dead
on the spot.
At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed
something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach
the
>old
farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in
agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he
would
>listen
for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This
was so
consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer
about it.
So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old
farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed
with the
women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all
the men.
The old farmer said: "Well, the women would come up and
>say something about how nice my wife looked, or how
pretty her
dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement."<BR>> >
"And
>what
>about the men?" the minister asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale.
