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Hillbilly Farmer
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>
> 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 haranguing 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 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.”