A blonde city girl named Amy married a Colorado rancher.
One morning. on his way out to check on the fields, her husband said, “The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows, so I drove a nail into the 2×4 just above the cow’s stall is in the barn. Please show him where the cow is when he gets here, OK?”
After awhile, the artificial insemination guy arrived and knocked on the front
door.
“I’m here to inseminate the cow,” he said.
Amy took him down to the barn. They walked along the row of cows and when Amy saw the nail she told him, “This is the one right here.”
The man, assuming he was dealing with an airhead blonde, asked, “Tell me – because I’m dying to know – how would YOU know this is the right cow to be bred?”
“That’s easy,” Amy answered.
“By the nail that’s over the stall.”
Laughing rudely, the man said,
And what, pray tell, is the nail for?”
Amy turned to walk away and said sweetly over her shoulder, “I guess it’s to hang your pants on,” she replied.
Slam dunk, blondie!