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The Banker saw his old friend Tom, an eighty-year old rancher in
town. Tom had lost his wife a year or so before, and rumor had it that
he was marrying a ''Mail Order Bride.'' Being a good friend, the
banker asked Tom if the rumor was true. Tom assured him
that it was. The banker asked Tom how old the new
bride-to-be was? Tom proudly said, "She'll be twenty-one in
November."
Now the banker, being the wise man that he was, could see that
the
sexual appetite of a young woman could not be satisfied by
an octogenarian. Wanting his old friend's remaining years
to be
happy, the banker tactfully suggested that Tom consider
getting a hired hand to help him out on the ranch, knowing
nature
would take it's course. Tom thought this was a good idea and said
he would look for one that afternoon.
About four months later, the banker ran into Tom in town again. "How's the new wife?" asked the banker.
Tom proudly said, "She's pregnant!"
The banker, happy that his sage advice had worked out, continued, "And how's the hired hand."
Without hesitating, Tom said, "She's pregnant, too!" |
And that man's name was Strom Thurmond. (Thanks to our lovely Merrily)
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