First of all, this was a joke in itself: We pondered the difference between a mule, a burro, and a horse. I told Chris that a mule was like an Eeyore, and a burro was a spanish Eeyore. I was wrong. (here comes the joke...) At the top of Bright Angel trail, there is a sign that explains the difference. As Chris and I (and Izzy) were walking over to read it, the woman sitting by it LEANED FORWARD and audibly farted. The joke was on us. And she was just one of the many weirdos that we encountered that evening. But what the sign told us before we were chased away was that a male burro + a female horse = mule of any sex.
And since mules are also called Jackasses or asses, there were jokes aplenty. Here they come...
Hey, get your asses out of the way!
There sure are a lot of asses in the Grand Canyon.
That woman has a HUGE ass.
Nice ass.
Move it, jackass.
Stop hitting your ass.
Stop hitting my ass.
Your ass stinks.
Watch out...big ass coming through.
Do these pants make my ass look big? (Thanks to Chris for that little gem.)
Four asses walked into a bar...(just kidding).
I am sure there are many more mule jokes, but this was just a taste of our humor. (Boy, it tasted like ASS...hehehe).
And here are some mules lined up on the side of the trail.
And this is...well, you know.
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