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 then asked Tom the age of his new bride to
be.

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 eighty-year-old man.

Wanting his old
friend's remaining years to be happy the banker tactfully
suggested that Tom should consider getting a hired hand to help
him out on the ranch, knowing nature would take its own 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, 'Good - 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.'

Don't ever underestimate old Guys.