A blonde city girl named Sue marries a Texas rancher.
One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher said to Sue, "The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows today, so I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above where the cow's stall is in the barn. "Please show him where the cow is when he gets here, OK?"
The rancher left for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man arrived and knocked on the front door. “I came to inseminate the cow,” he said .
Sue took him down to the barn. They walk along the row of cows, and when Sue saw the nail, she told him, "This is the one right here."
The man, assuming he was dealing with an airhead blonde asked, "Tell me, lady, 'cause I'm dying to know. "How would YOU know that this is the right cow to be bred?"
"That's simple." she said. "By the nail that's over its stall," she explained very confidently.
Laughing rudely at her, the man said, "And what, pray tell, is the nail for?"
The blonde turned to walk away and said sweetly over her shoulder,
"I guess it’s to hang your pants on.”
(It's nice to see a Blonde winning...once in awhile.)
One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher said to Sue, "The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows today, so I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above where the cow's stall is in the barn. "Please show him where the cow is when he gets here, OK?"
The rancher left for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man arrived and knocked on the front door. “I came to inseminate the cow,” he said .
Sue took him down to the barn. They walk along the row of cows, and when Sue saw the nail, she told him, "This is the one right here."
The man, assuming he was dealing with an airhead blonde asked, "Tell me, lady, 'cause I'm dying to know. "How would YOU know that this is the right cow to be bred?"
"That's simple." she said. "By the nail that's over its stall," she explained very confidently.
Laughing rudely at her, the man said, "And what, pray tell, is the nail for?"
The blonde turned to walk away and said sweetly over her shoulder,
"I guess it’s to hang your pants on.”
(It's nice to see a Blonde winning...once in awhile.)
