Larry the Lawyer saw his old friend, Tom, an eighty-year old rancher, in town. Tom had lost his wife a year or so before and rumour had it that he was marrying a 'mail order' bride.
Being a good friend, the banker asked Tom if the rumour was true.
Tom assured him that it was. Larry then asked Tom the age of his new bride to be.
Tom proudly said, 'She'll be twenty-one in November.'
Larry being a wise man, could see that the sexual appetite of a young woman could not be satisfied by an eighty-year-old man. Wanting his old friend's remaining years to be happy, he tactfully suggested Tom consider getting a hired hand to help him on the ranch, knowing nature would take its own course.
Tom thought this was a good idea and said he would look for one that afternoon.
About four months later, Larry ran into Tom in town again.
"How's the new wife?", he asked.
Tom proudly said, "Good - she's pregnant."
The banker, happy that his sage advice had worked, continued, "And how's the hired hand?"
Without hesitating, Tom said, "She's pregnant, too."