A blonde city girl named Amy marries a Colorado
rancher. One morning, on his way out to check on the
cows, the rancher says to Amy, “The insemination man is
coming over to impregnate one of our cows today, so I drove
a nail into the 2 by 4 just above where the cow’s stall
is in the barn. Please show him where the cow is when he
gets here, OK?”
The rancher leaves for the fields. After a while, the
artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front
door.
Amy takes him down to the barn. They walk
along the row of cows and when Amy sees the nail, she tells
him, “This is the one right here.”
The man, assuming he is dealing with an air head blonde,
asks, “Tell me lady, ‘cause I’m dying to know;
how would YOU know that this is the right cow to be
bred?”
“That’s simple,” she said. “By the nail that’s over its stall,” she
explains very confidently.
Laughing rudely at her, the man says, “And what, pray tell, is the nail for?”
The blonde turns to walk away and says sweetly over her shoulder, “I guess it’s to hang your pants on.”