> 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 naging 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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