"That’s One"

Ladies, don’t take this too seriously! :p
{hey, and it’s even mule-related!}

This old farmer had decided he was tired of eating his own cooking & was getting kinda lonely, having only his old red mule to talk to. So, he decided to go to town & find a wife. (For himself – not somebody else’s). Well, after faithfully going to town & looking around for several weekends in a row, he met this gal at the farmer’s market. They fell in love & decided to marry. On the big day, the old farmer washed & waxed his wagon & harness, groomed the old red mule to a gleam & headed off to ‘git hitched’. After the wedding, he and his new bride started home in the wagon. (Farm girls don’t get honeymoons, they just “get” to help w/ the chores). As they went to start home, the old mule wouldn’t budge – for no apparent reason. The old farmer got down from the wagon, walked around to look the mule in the eye, jerked his bridle & said “That’s one”. He got back up on the wagon & with a shake of his head, the mule started away. They came to a railroad track, and the mule stopped & wouldn’t cross. The farmer got out, walked around front, looked him in the eye, jerked that bridle again, and said “That’s two”. Got back on, and away they went. Came to a bridge… old red mule wouldn’t cross. The farmer got out, went around, looked the mule in the eye & said “That’s three” – pulled out a pistol & shot that mule right between the eyes. His new wife just freaked. “Now what? We’re 5 miles from home, it’s getting dark, I ain’t walking, the wagon’s stuck in the middle of the road…” the farmer looked at her and said

“That’s one”. 😮 😀 :rolleyes: