The banker saw his old friend Tom, an eighty-year old rancher, in town.
Tom had lost his wife a year or so before and rumor had it that he was marrying a 'mail order' bride.

Being a good friend, the banker asked Tom if the rumor was true.

Tom assured him that it was. The banker then asked Tom the age of his new bride to be.
Tom proudly said, 'She'll be twenty-one in November.'

Now the banker, being the wise man that he was, could see that the sexual appetite of a young woman could
not be satisfied by an eighty-year old man.

Wanting his old friend's remaining years to be happy the banker tactfully suggested that Tom should consider
getting a hired hand to help him out on the ranch, knowing nature would take its own course.

Tom thought this was a good idea and said he would look for one that afternoon.

About four months later, the banker ran into Tom in town again.

'How's the new wife?', asked the banker.

Tom proudly said, 'Good - she's pregnant.'

The banker, happy that his sage advice had worked out, continued,
'And how's the hired hand?'

'She's pregnant too.'

I was blindsided by that one!
Thx for the chuckle,
Zeke

Good one!

Didn't see that one coming either!

Ya Got Me Too!!!

SWEET! The old gent was'nt shooting blanks.