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Amy, a blonde city girl, married a Colorado rancher, who owned a rather good-sized spread.

One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher told Amy, "The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows today, so I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above where the cow's stall is in the barn. Please show him where the cow is when he gets here, OK?"

Amy nods in agreement and the rancher leaves for the fields. A short while later, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door.

Taking the man down to the barn, they walk along the row of cows. When Amy sees the nail, she tells him, "This is the one right here."

The man, assuming he is dealing with an airhead blonde, asks Amy, "Tell me, lady, 'cause I'm just dying to know... How would YOU know that this is the right cow to be bred?"

"That's simple," she explains very confidently. "By the nail that's over its stall."

Laughing rudely at her, the man says, "And what, pray tell, is the nail for?"

The blonde turns to walk away and says sweetly over her shoulder, "I guess it's to hang your pants on."

Note: It's so nice to see a blonde win once in awhile.
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