A successful rancher died and left everything to his dev**ed 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 cowboys 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 put in 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.
One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return.
Two o'clock and no hired hand.
Finally he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him. 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 as she asked, ever so slowly..
"Now take off my socks."
He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.
"Now take off my skirt."
He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.
"Now take off my bra.." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.
Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."
Squiddiddler wrote:
A successful rancher died and left everything to his dev**ed 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 cowboys 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 put in 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.
One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return.
Two o'clock and no hired hand.
Finally he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him. 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 as she asked, ever so slowly..
"Now take off my socks."
He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.
"Now take off my skirt."
He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.
"Now take off my bra.." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.
Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."
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LOL. I've heard this one before, and even I think it's hilarious!
badbobby wrote:
maybe Salty
if I recall
he was a Marine
You are correct. He was a Marine, not a Swabbie.
PoppaGringo wrote:
You are correct. He was a Marine, not a Swabbie.
I didn't know that all Marines were ---Gay???
badbobby wrote:
I didn't know that all Marines were ---Gay???
Yep, when not off saving the world they were often having or showing a merry, lively mood with their dancing and music.
PoppaGringo wrote:
Yep, when not off saving the world they were often having or showing a merry, lively mood with their dancing and music.
I still think you mean well
no matter how far misdirected
Mama has few" old rags"
she says that you may have Poppa
badbobby wrote:
I still think you mean well
no matter how far misdirected
Mama has few" old rags"
she says that you may have Poppa
Please thank her for me, but I stopped reading old rags many years ago, i.e. NYT and WaPo.
PoppaGringo wrote:
Please thank her for me, but I stopped reading old rags many years ago, i.e. NYT and WaPo.
well those two were certainly worth not reading
My Ft Worth Star Telegram is fixing to be on the same level
badbobby wrote:
well those two were certainly worth not reading
My Ft Worth Star Telegram is fixing to be on the same level
As is my former hometown paper, the Orange Count Register.
PoppaGringo wrote:
As is my former hometown paper, the Orange Count Register.
of course my slightly leaning left (darling,in case she should read this)wife
likes to throw t he Telegrams editorials at me
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