An old hillbilly
farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From
morning ~til night 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
nagging him again.
Complain, nag, complain, 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."
"And what about the men?" the minister
asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for
sale."
