A blond City girl named Amy marries a N. Dakota rancher.
One morning, a rancher told Amy, “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. Please show him where the cow is when he gets here, OK?” Then, he left for the fields.
After a while, the artificial insemination man arrived and knocked on the door. Amy led him to the barn, pointed at a cow, and said, “This is the one right here,” referring to the nail above the stall.
The man, assuming she was clueless, asked, “Tell me lady, ’cause I’m dying to know; how would YOU know that this is the right cow to be bred?”
“That’s simple,” she said, “by the nail that’s over its stall.”
Laughing rudely, the man asked, “And what, pray tell, is the nail for?”
Amy turned to walk away and sweetly said over her shoulder, “I guess it’s to hang your pants on.”
