Oct 26,2010: Professional Cars

[xoxoxoBruce]

An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning til 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 haranguing 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.

As he was walking behind the hearse, on the way to the cemetery, men and women would approach him for a moment then fade back to the curb. At the cemetery the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him what the people were saying.

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."

"And what about the men?" the minister asked.

"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."