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Showing posts with label funeral. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funeral. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Lovin' That Mule - Joke

An old East Texas 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.

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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 harassing him again. Complain, 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.

At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.

So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men.

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, so I'd nod my head in agreement."

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

"Well," the farmer answered. "They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."

Monday, January 19, 2009

Chicken Funeral

A funny chicken cartoon with apologies to McDonald's...


Monday, November 13, 2006

Joke Time

When I was younger I hated going to weddings....

Why?


Because every time, all of my aunts and the grandmotherly types used to come up to me, poking me in the ribs and cackling, "You're next!"

I finally figured out how to get them to stop.

I started doing the exact same thing to them -- at funerals.