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There once was a successful rancher who died and
left everything to his devoted wife. She was
determined to keep the ranch and make a go of it,
but she knew very little about ranching, so she
decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a
ranch hand.

Two men 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 turned out to be fantastic worker, worked long
hard hours every day and knew a lot about
ranching. For weeks the two of them worked, and
the ranch was doing really well. Then one day the
rancher's wife 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 agreed readily, and Saturday
night went to town. However, One o'clock came
and he didn't return. Two o'clock and no hired
hand, two-thirty, in came the hired hand.

The rancher's wife was sitting by the fireplace
and quietly called him over to her.

"Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said.

Trembling, he did as she asked.

"Now take off my boots." He did so, slowly.

"Now take off my socks." He did.

"Now take off my skirt." He did.

"Now take off my bra." Again with trembling
hands he did as she asked.

"Now," she said, "take off my panties." He
slowly pulled them down.

Then she looked at him and said, "Don't you ever
wear my clothes to town again!"

rofl