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Nag, nag, nag.
Smart ass mule.
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 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
smackin 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 hishead 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
ministerdecided 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."
Smart ass mule.
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 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
smackin 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 hishead 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
ministerdecided 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."
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