There was a blonde and a brunette who inherited their father's
 farm after he passed away.
 
 The farm was beautiful with rolling hills and plenty of animals.
 After about a year, the animals started to die. The farm was
 falling apart.
 
 They counted their money and found that they only had 600 dollars.
 So they put their heads together. "I've got it!" said the brunette
 "I'll go find a bull to breed with our cattle and build the stocks
 up. Our farm will be back to normal in no time." 
 
 "How will we do that?" asked the blonde. 
 
 "I'll go find a bull and when I do I'll call you. You hook up the 
 trailer to the truck and come get the bull." So they agreed on the
 plan.
 
 A couple of weeks later the brunette left on her journey to find
 the bull. She looked high and low for a bull, but there were no
 bulls that fit her expectations. Finally she found a bull she
 wanted. 
 
 "How much?" she asked the farmer. 
 
 "Well, I don't think I could take a penny less than 599 dollars"
 said the farmer. 
 
 "Great! I'll still have one dollar left. I'll take him!" The
 brunette was so excited that she grabbed the bull and started
 heading into town. 
 
 "How are you going to get the bull home without a trailer?" 
 
 "Well," said the brunette, "I'm ging to call my sister and tell
 her to hitch the trailer up to the truck and come get us." 
 
 "Long distance charges are five to six dollars." 
 
 "Well, then I'll send a telegram". The brunette walked into town
 to the postoffice to send her telegram. 
 
 "I need to send a telegram. I need it to say that I found a bull
 and I need my sister to hitch up the trailer to the truck and come 
 get us. Here are the directions." She handed the postman the
 directions. "How much will that be?" 
 
 "It's 99 cents per word" said the postman. 
 
 The brunette was so mad. How was she supposed to get home if she 
 couldn't get her sister to come? She slammed her head down on the 
 table. She had to think of one word that would tell her sister to 
 come get her. A few seconds later she put her head up and said, 
 "Comfortable." 
 
 "Excuse me, but how will the word comfortable tell your sister to 
 come get you and the bull?" asked the postman. 
 
 "My sister is a blonde - she'll read it slowly."