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<blockquote data-quote="MillIronQH" data-source="post: 296524" data-attributes="member: 4658"><p>>> An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged </p><p></p><p>him</p><p></p><p>>unmercifully.</p><p></p><p>>From morning till night (and sometimes later), she was </p><p></p><p>always</p><p></p><p>complaining</p><p></p><p>about something. The only time he got any relief was when </p><p></p><p>he was</p><p></p><p>out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow as much </p><p></p><p>as he</p><p></p><p>could.</p><p></p><p>One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him</p><p></p><p>lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, </p><p></p><p>sat</p><p></p><p>down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, </p><p></p><p>his</p><p></p><p>wife began haranguing him again.</p><p></p><p>Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on.</p><p></p><p>All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind</p><p></p><p>feet; caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed </p><p></p><p>her dead</p><p></p><p>on the spot.</p><p></p><p>At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed</p><p></p><p>something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach </p><p></p><p>the </p><p></p><p>>old</p><p></p><p>farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in</p><p></p><p>agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he </p><p></p><p>would </p><p></p><p>>listen</p><p></p><p>for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This </p><p></p><p>was so</p><p></p><p>consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer </p><p></p><p>about it.</p><p></p><p>So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old</p><p></p><p>farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed </p><p></p><p>with the</p><p></p><p>women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all </p><p></p><p>the men.</p><p></p><p>The old farmer said: "Well, the women would come up and</p><p></p><p>>say something about how nice my wife looked, or how </p><p></p><p>pretty her</p><p></p><p>dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement."<BR>> > </p><p></p><p>"And </p><p></p><p>>what</p><p></p><p>>about the men?" the minister asked.</p><p></p><p>"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="MillIronQH, post: 296524, member: 4658"] >> 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. [/QUOTE]
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