Mr.Ladyfish
Master Chief Petty Officer
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- Nov 28, 2003
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An old farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning<br />till night (and sometimes later), she was always complaining about<br />something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out<br />plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot.<br /><br />One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the<br />field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and<br />began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began haranguing him<br />again. Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on.<br /><br />All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet and caught<br />her smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot.<br /><br />At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something<br />rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer,<br />he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when<br />a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then<br />shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister<br />decided to ask the old farmer about it.<br /><br />After the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked<br />him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always<br />shook his head and disagreed with all the men.<br /><br />The old farmer said, "Well, the women would come up and say something<br />about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my<br />head in agreement."<br /><br />"And what about the men?" the minister asked.<br /><br />"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."
