In the theme of humor, here is a joke i just recieved in email (excuse the weird formatting):
> A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife.
>
> She was a very good-looking woman and 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 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 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 have done
> a
> really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and
> kick
> up your heels."
>
> The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one 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, he
> 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."
>
> He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.
>
> "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, you're fired."