When they got to the barn, the farmer asked his friend if he’d like to try his hand at milking a cow.
“Oh, well, I don’t know about that,” the man said.
“Come on now,” his friend replied, “there’s nothing to it!”
The man sat on the milking stool and tried his best, but no milk came forth. “It’s the udder that’s the problem!” he cried, “It’s so hot and humid that my fingers keep slipping off!”
The farmer, though, was unimpressed. “No sir, it’s not the teat; it’s the timidity!”