10-18-2009, 01:27 PM
( No Offence to any Blonds here, this is only a joke passed down to me)
A blond city girl named Amy marries a Newfoundland rancher.
One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher
says to Amy, '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 leaves for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door.
Amy takes him down to the barn. They walk along the row
of cows and when Amy sees the nail, she tells him, 'This is
the one right here.'
The man, assuming he is dealing with an air head blond, asks,
'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 explains very confidently.
Laughing rudely at her, the man says, 'And what, pray tell,
is the nail for?'
The blond turns to walk away and says sweetly over her
shoulder, 'I guess it's to hang your pants on.'
A blond city girl named Amy marries a Newfoundland rancher.
One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher
says to Amy, '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 leaves for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door.
Amy takes him down to the barn. They walk along the row
of cows and when Amy sees the nail, she tells him, 'This is
the one right here.'
The man, assuming he is dealing with an air head blond, asks,
'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 explains very confidently.
Laughing rudely at her, the man says, 'And what, pray tell,
is the nail for?'
The blond turns to walk away and says sweetly over her
shoulder, 'I guess it's to hang your pants on.'