A blonde city girl married a Texas rancher

One morning, on his way out to the fields, the rancher said to her, 'The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows today. I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above the cow's stall in the barn. You show him where the cow is when he gets here, OK?'

The rancher then left for the fields.

After a while, the artificial insemination man arrived and knocked on the front door. The wife took him down to the barn. They walked along the row of cow stalls and, when she saw the nail, she tells him, 'This is the one, right here.'

The man, assuming he is dealing with an 'airhead blonde', asked, 'Tell me, lady, 'cause I'm dying to know. How would YOU know this is the cow to be bred?'

'That's simple. By the nail over its stall,' she explained very confidently.

Laughing rudely at her, the man said, 'And what, pray tell, is the nail for?'

She turned to walk away and said sweetly over her shoulder. 'I guess it's to hang your pants on.'

(It's nice to see a blonde win once in awhile)