BrotherMick
April 25th, 2009, 12:07
An old country farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From
morning till night 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.
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.'
morning till night 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.
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.'