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| Fortissimo User | Farm Life Amy, a blonde city girl, marries a Colorado 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?" So then the rancher leaves for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man 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." Terribly impressed by what he seemed to think just might be another ditzy blonde, the man asks, "Tell me lady, how did you know this is the cow to be bred?" "That's simple. By the nail over its stall." Amy explains very confidently. Then the man asks, "What's the nail for?" She turns and walks away, and with complete confidence, says, "I guess it's to hang your pants on." |
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| Mezzo Forte User
Join Date: Jun 2005
Posts: 853
| Re: Farm Life John Kenneth Galbraith , the economist, grew up on a farm. One day a girl he liked was over and they were out and they saw a bull mounting a cow. He leaned over to her and said,"That looks like it might be fun." She replied, "Well, it's your cow..." |
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__________________ Listen to your inner voice before it says ,"I told you so". | |
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| Utimate User
Join Date: Sep 2004
Location: USA
Posts: 5,989
| Re: Farm Life "In fact, one day my son was up climbing a tree and lost his grip. The pig heard him struggling, dashed out of the pen and just as my son fell, he got underneath him and cushioned his fall. My son didn't have a scratch on 'im. Saved his life, he did." |
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| Moderator Fortissimo User
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Metro Detroit
Brand: Eclipse
Posts: 3,659
| Re: Farm Life Then one night the house caught on fire. Me and the missus were asleep and didn't know it. That little pig came and..... -cw- |
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__________________ Chuck Willard The Willard of Oz | |
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Join Date: Oct 2003
Posts: 1,853
| Re: Farm Life squealed his little head off, until me and the missus woke up. The missus grabbed onto my waist, I grabbed on to the piggie's curly tail, and that brave little pig led us out through the smoke to safety. However........... |
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