An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From
> morning till 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 plowed 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 haranguing him again.
> 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."
> "And what about the men?" the minister asked.
> "They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."
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> morning till 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 plowed 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 haranguing him again.
> 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."
> "And what about the men?" the minister asked.
> "They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."
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