What Kind of "Husband" Are Ya?

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At the gates of heaven there were two lines, with signs above them.

One line was labeled "Hen Pecked Husbands", and the other was labeled "Non-Henpecked Husbands."

In the line labeled " Hen Pecked Husbands" was filled with men and it stretched as far far as the eye could see.

The other line "non-Hen Pecked Husbands" had only one skinny bald little man with ***** glasses.

After surveying the two lines, St. Peter walked over to the little man in the Non-Henpecked line, grabbed his hand and told him how amazed he was at his accomplishment, and asked him "how in the world did you do it? You are the only man in this line."

The little man looked at St. Peter with a puzzled look on his face and said, "Gee mister I don't know what you are talking about, my wife told me to stand here."

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roflmfao ... very good bettors ...

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Old farmer & his mule
>An old farmer had a horrible wife who nagged him mercilessly. From morning till night (and sometimes later), she was always complaining about something.
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>The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot. One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began nagging him again. Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on.
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>All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet; caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot. At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement.
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>This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.
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>So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men.
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>The old farmer said: "Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice she looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement."
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>"And what about the men?" the minister asked.
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>"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."
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