Blonde City Girl
Amy, a blonde city girl, marries a Texas rancher.
One morning, on his way out to check on the cows the rancher says to Amy, "The artificial-insemination man is coming over to impregnate four of our cows today. I drove a nail into the two-by-four just above the first cow's stall in the barn. You show him where those cows are when he gets here, okay?" So the rancher leaves for the fields.
After a while, the artificial-insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door. Amy takes him down the barn. They walk along a long row of Cows and when she sees the nail, she tells him, "This is the first one... right here ... and those three are the other ones."
Terribly impressed by what he seemed to think just might be another ditzy blonde from out of town, the man asks, "Tell me little lady, how did you know this are the cows 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 to walk away, and shyly, but with complete confidence, says, "I guess it's for you to hang your pants on!"

Amy, a blonde city girl, marries a Texas rancher.
One morning, on his way out to check on the cows the rancher says to Amy, "The artificial-insemination man is coming over to impregnate four of our cows today. I drove a nail into the two-by-four just above the first cow's stall in the barn. You show him where those cows are when he gets here, okay?" So the rancher leaves for the fields.
After a while, the artificial-insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door. Amy takes him down the barn. They walk along a long row of Cows and when she sees the nail, she tells him, "This is the first one... right here ... and those three are the other ones."
Terribly impressed by what he seemed to think just might be another ditzy blonde from out of town, the man asks, "Tell me little lady, how did you know this are the cows 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 to walk away, and shyly, but with complete confidence, says, "I guess it's for you to hang your pants on!"

