Thanks to Pat & Sue for sharing this joke with us.
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 putin
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,
"If you ever wear my clothes to town again, I'll fire you on the spot."
