Webscout
02-27-2009, 07:44 PM
Chalk one up for the Blondes ....about time.
Amy, a blonde city girl, married a Saskatchewan 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.
I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above the cow's
stall in the barn. You
show him where the cow is when he
gets here, OK?'
The rancher leaves for the fields.
After a while, the artificial insemination man
from Alberta arrives and knocks on the front door.
Amy
takes him down to the barn. They walk
along the row of cows and when she sees the nail,
she tells him, 'This is the one right here.'
The man, assuming he is dealing with an airhead blonde,
asks, 'Tell me lady, 'cause I'm dying to know; how
would YOU know this is the cow to
be bred?'
'That's simple. By the nail over its stall,' Amy explains very
confidently.
Laughing rudely at her, the man says,
'And what, pray tell, is the nail for?
The blonde turns to walk away and says sweetly over
her shoulder, 'I guess it's to hang your pants on.'
( It's nice to see a blonde win one once in awhile.)
Amy, a blonde city girl, married a Saskatchewan 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.
I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above the cow's
stall in the barn. You
show him where the cow is when he
gets here, OK?'
The rancher leaves for the fields.
After a while, the artificial insemination man
from Alberta arrives and knocks on the front door.
Amy
takes him down to the barn. They walk
along the row of cows and when she sees the nail,
she tells him, 'This is the one right here.'
The man, assuming he is dealing with an airhead blonde,
asks, 'Tell me lady, 'cause I'm dying to know; how
would YOU know this is the cow to
be bred?'
'That's simple. By the nail over its stall,' Amy explains very
confidently.
Laughing rudely at her, the man says,
'And what, pray tell, is the nail for?
The blonde turns to walk away and says sweetly over
her shoulder, 'I guess it's to hang your pants on.'
( It's nice to see a blonde win one once in awhile.)