THORNTON MELON

JOKE FROM MY OLDER BROTHER ROB. OLD ONE I HAD HEARD BUT STIL FUNNY ENJOY

A successful rancher died and left everything to his
devoted 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 men 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.

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.

"Now," she said, "take off my panties." By the light
of the fire, he slowly pulled them down and off.

Then she looked at him and said:

"If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."