It's 3:37 am death for posters time..ME:Prime posting time 😬:: A man is out in his field using a mule to pull a plow
when his wife comes out of the house, approaches him, and starts berating him.
"I told you two weeks ago to fix that leaky faucet, and it's still dripping! The water bill just arrived, and it's outrageous! Why can't you just...."
The mule pulling the plow bolts, and kicks her in the head, killing her.
Days later, the entire town gathers at the church for the funeral, and the pastor notices the townsfolk approaching the bereaved husband and offering their condolences. As the women whisper to him, the pastor notices the man smile, and nod his head in affirmation, but whenever a man would speak with him, he would frown, and wag his head in obvious resentment.
So the pastor approached him, offered his regards, and asked, "Sir, I noticed that all the ladies of the town greet you, and you give them a warm smile of thanks and a nod. Whatever could they be saying that you find so agreeable?"
"Well", the Widower replied, "They all tell me what a beautiful wife I had, and how lovely she was, and I can't help but agree."
"But, what about all the gentlemen?", the pastor inquired. "Why do you keep shaking your head in disagreement?"
"Oh", the man replied. "They keep wanting to know if that mule is for sale."
"I told you two weeks ago to fix that leaky faucet, and it's still dripping! The water bill just arrived, and it's outrageous! Why can't you just...."
The mule pulling the plow bolts, and kicks her in the head, killing her.
Days later, the entire town gathers at the church for the funeral, and the pastor notices the townsfolk approaching the bereaved husband and offering their condolences. As the women whisper to him, the pastor notices the man smile, and nod his head in affirmation, but whenever a man would speak with him, he would frown, and wag his head in obvious resentment.
So the pastor approached him, offered his regards, and asked, "Sir, I noticed that all the ladies of the town greet you, and you give them a warm smile of thanks and a nod. Whatever could they be saying that you find so agreeable?"
"Well", the Widower replied, "They all tell me what a beautiful wife I had, and how lovely she was, and I can't help but agree."
"But, what about all the gentlemen?", the pastor inquired. "Why do you keep shaking your head in disagreement?"
"Oh", the man replied. "They keep wanting to know if that mule is for sale."
