A successful Texas rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a smart and good-looking woman and was 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 & hard about it, and when no one else applied for the job,she decided to hire the gay fellow, Frank, thinking he would be safer to have around than the drunk.
Frank 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 should go into town and kick up your heels this weekend." He readily agreed and went into town that Saturday night.
One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock and no hired hand. Finally he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, Frank 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 socks." He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.
"Now take off my skirt." she said, and he did so.
"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 Frank, you're fired."

I came here via Hookers & Booze. Great joke!
Posted by: Steamboat McGoo | September 16, 2009 at 10:39 PM
*heh* But she still had her glassa wine. If she'd hired the drunk...
Posted by: David | September 22, 2009 at 02:40 AM