[In connection with media coverage and trending blog posts (here’s a particularly good one) about the new Viagra-like pill for women designed to arouse where no arousal was — I submit the following. It arrived at our house via email from a lively ninety-year old acquaintance of Bill’s (male, naturally), as a joke between two old guys. Apologies to any aggressively feminist readers who may be offended. Actually, Bill found it less funny than I did. But then he alleges his second wife was from Minsk. I myself never heard of the place.]
The only cow in a small village in Poland stopped giving milk. The villagers did some research and found they could buy a cow from Moscow for 2,000 rubles or one from Minsk for 500 rubles. Being frugal, they purchased the cow from Minsk.
The cow proved wonderful. She produced lots of milk all the time. The villagers were so happy they decided to acquire a bull to mate with her, so that she would give birth to more cows just like herself and they would never have to worry about their milk supply again.
They bought a handsome virile bull and put it to pasture with their beloved cow. He was certainly willing. However, whenever he came close to the cow, she moved away. No matter what approach the bull tried, he could not succeed in his quest to effect closure. Very upset, the villagers sought input from their wise Rabbi.
They explained it all to him in detail: “Whenever the bull approaches, our cow moves away. If he approaches from the back, she moves forward. If he approaches from the front, she backs off. An approach from the side? She just walks away to the other side.”
The Rabbi pondered this for a while. Then he asked,
“Did you buy this cow from Minsk ?”
The villagers were dumbfounded at the question since they had never once mentioned where the cow had come from.
“You’re truly a wise Rabbi,” they said. “How did you know we got the cow from Minsk ?”
The Rabbi answered sadly, “My wife is from Minsk .”