redwinger00
09-19-2003, 07:24 AM
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 a lot.
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 nagging him again.
Complain, nag, complain, 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
and 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."
"And what about the men?" the minister asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."
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 a lot.
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 nagging him again.
Complain, nag, complain, 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
and 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."
"And what about the men?" the minister asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."