[3617] in Humor
HUMOR: The Ranch Hand
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Sharalee M. Field)
Mon Feb 18 11:35:48 2002
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>The Ranch Hand
>
>A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was
>a very good looking woman, and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very
>little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for
>a ranch hand.
>
>Two men applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk. She
>thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied, she decided
>to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the
>house than the drunk.
>
>He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a
>lot about ranching. For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was
>doing very well.
>
>Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, "You have done a
>really good job and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and
>kick up your heels." The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one
>Saturday night. However, one o'clock came and he didn't return. Two
>o'clock and no hired hand. He returned around two-thirty and found the
>rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace. She quietly called him over to her.
>
>"Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said.
>
>Trembling, he did as she directed.
>
>"Now take off my boots." He did so, slowly. "Now take off my socks." He did.
>
>"Now take off my skirt." He did.
>
>"Now take off my bra." Again with trembling hands he did as he was told.
>"Now," she said, "take off my panties." He slowly pulled them down and off.
>
>Then she looked at him and said, "Don't you ever wear my clothes to town
>again!"
>
>Thanks To Autumn Y. For Submitting These Jokes!
>
