A sheep farmer made his monthly journey into town to buy
supplies.  While loading up his pickup, he spotted one of the
girls who worked at the bbordello watching him.

"Say, honey," he asked, "what's the going rate these days?"

"Hundred bucks." She replied.

"By God," he exclaimed with disgust, "if every man raised sheep,
we wouldn't need you women."

"Yeah," she said, "and if vibrators could cut the grass, we
wouldn't need you men, either."