I may have posted this before. If so, well, that's an old guy's prerogative.
A blonde, city girl named Amy marries a Colorado rancher. One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher says to Amy, "The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows, so I drove a nail into the 2x4 just above where the cow's stall is in the barn. Please show him where the cow is when he gets here, OK?"
The rancher leaves for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door. “I came to inseminate the cow,” he said.
Amy takes him down to the barn. They walk along the row of cows, and 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, "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," she explains very confidently.
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”.
( It's nice to see a blonde winning...once in a while.)
As a heavy mechanic and welder I use to say:
If I cannot fix it I will screw it up so bad nobody ever will and it will have to be replaced.
I can weld anything except a broken heart but I am working on that.
Every time you make a piece of equipment idiot proof they go out and hire better idiots and screw it up.
He could screw up a bowling ball.
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