rayr
12-22-2001, 09:54 PM
An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully.
From morning til 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 a lot.
One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch
in the field. He drove the mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and
began to eat his lunch.
Immediately, his wife began nagging 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
male 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 all the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with
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.
"And what about the men?" the minister asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale
From morning til 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 a lot.
One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch
in the field. He drove the mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and
began to eat his lunch.
Immediately, his wife began nagging 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
male 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 all the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with
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.
"And what about the men?" the minister asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale