Steve saw his old friend Tom, an eighty year old rancher, pull into
town.

Tom had lost his wife a year or so before, and rumor had it
that he was marrying a mail order bride.

Being one of Tom's oldest friends, Steve asked if the rumor was
true, and Tom assured him that it was.

Steve then asked Tom how old the new bride-to-be was.

Tom proudly said, "She'll be twenty one in November."

Now Steve, being the wise man that he was, could see that the sexual
appetite of a young woman probably wouldn't be satisfied by an eighty
year old man.

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

Tom thought this was a good idea, and said he would look for one
that afternoon.

About four months later, Steve ran into Tom in town again.

"How's the new wife?" Steve asked Tom.

Tom proudly said, "She's pregnant!"

Steve, happy that his sage advice had worked out, continued, "And
how's the hired hand?"

Without hesitating, smilin' Tom said, "She's pregnant, too!"