The banker saw his old
friend Tom, an eighty-year-old rancher, in town.
Tom had lost his wife a year or so
before and rumor had it that he was marrying a
'mail order' bride.
Being a
good friend, the banker asked Tom if the rumor
was true.
Tom assured him
that it was. The banker then asked Tom the age
of his new bride-to-be.
Tom proudly said,
'She'll be twenty-one in
November.'
Now the banker, being
the wise man that he was, could see that the
sexual appetite of a young woman could not be
satisfied by an eighty-year-old man.
Wanting his old friend's
remaining years to be happy the banker tactfully
suggested that Tom should consider getting a
hired hand to help him out on the ranch, knowing
nature would take its own course.
Tom thought this was a good
idea and said he would look for one that
afternoon.
About four months
later, the banker ran into Tom in town again.
'How's the new wife?', asked
the banker.
Tom proudly
said, 'Good, she's pregnant.'
The banker, happy that his
sage advice had worked out, continued, 'And
how's the hired hand?'
Without hesitating, Tom
said,
'She's pregnant
too.'
...Don't ever underestimate
old Guys!!!
