Old story/parable from Grandpa

IrishEyes

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There was this farmer who lived miles from town and he needed a wife.
So he sent for a mail-order bride. He picked her up on the day of arrival
in the wagon pulled by his mule.
They rode for 2 hours and the mule stopped dead in it's tracks.
Farmer grabbed a 2x4 out of the wagon, walked to the mule and smacked it in the head and said
"Mule! that's ONE"
Another mile down the road mule stops again. Once again out comes the 2x4 and the pop on the head:
"Mule!, that's 2"
Wife is feeling a bit shaken watching this but sits quietly, when suddenly the mule stops again.
This time the farmer grabs his rifle, goes to the mule
"Mule!, that's 3" and shoots it dead.
The wife is horrified and asks with a shaky voice "How far is to the farm?"
Farmer replies "5 miles"
Wife then quite upset in a loud voice asks "5 MILES, Why did you kill the mule, now we have to walk?"
(You know what's coming right? )
Farmer looks her in the eye and say "Wife..... that's ONE"

After hearing that story I never wanted to hear my Grandpa tell me "Sharon, that's ONE" :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO:
 


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