In 1961 I heard a joke about a sheepherder and couldn't remember the punchline, so I just related the concept to a friend of mine in my hometown, a farming comunity near the Iowa border.

"You know Charlie, there is very little difference between a woman and a eue.  They feel just the same, can't tell the difference.  You just put on a pair of waders and stick the eue's legs down each wader and that holds their legs, then you can fuck the Hell out of them!

Now, I thought that was funny enough at the time for a 17 year-old, kind of a beastiality joke, but the next day Charlie got off the school bus on crutches, his legs in casts.  Of course, I gave Charlie the benefit of the doubt and asked what the Hell happened?

Charlie replied with a very red face after a VERY long pause, "It doesn't work!"  I laughed for a week.  I still laugh.  And that was the last time Charlie ever spoke to me.  His big brother had to help him out of the waders, out of the barn and to the hospital, then explain to their parents. I understand Charlie is still farming, but he never comes to our class reunions....  Probably a little sheepish about his high school days.