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 cowboys 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 had arrived. Finally, 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 > stockings'. 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. Then she looked at him and said, 'If you ever > wear my clothes into town again... YOU'RE FIRED!!! :rofl: I got this email today, and thought it was funny enough to share. :rofl:
