[simpits-chat] again!

[Gene Buckle]

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 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."

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