Two farmers are in the pub having a beer. Both are skint and in dire need of some money. All they have is one pig each, and if by luck one is male and the other female.
So after having a few more beers, they hit on a marvellous plan to make money. By mating the two pigs, they will have lots of little piggies to sell.
So the next morning at the crack of the dawn, the farmer with the sow gets up, dumps the pig in a wheelbarrow and walks around to his mate’s farm. He introduces her to the boar and after much sniffing, serious bonking ensues.
Lots of squeals, lots of oinks.
“How will I know she’s pregnant?” enquires the first farmer.
“Easily,” replies the other, “when you get up, look at the pig and if she’s rolling in mud, she’s pregnant. If she ‘s eating grass she isn’t, so you will have to come back.”
Next morning comes, and the farmer dashes to the window. The sow is happily eating grass in the field.
“Humph”, he says, going downstairs. He grabs the pig and puts her in the wheelbarrow and trundles off to the other farm and more bonking ensues.
Lots of squeals, lots of oinks. Lots of grunts of pleasure.
This goes on all week with no success.
So on the Sunday morning, the farmer tells the wife to look out the window and tell him what the blessed pig is doing
“Is she eating grass?”
“Is she rolling in the mud?”
“No”, says the wife.
“What the heck she doing then” he cries.
“She’s sat in the wheel barrow waiting for you!”
Have a wheely great day, won’t you!