A country guy in a bar

A country guy in a bar was becoming irritated by a flash city type with a vacuous blonde on his arm.

Both had loud, braying voices and a seemingly endless supply of cash.

Eventually the country guy went up to him and said: “You know, you’ve got yourself a real trophy girlfriend there.”

“Why do you think she’s a trophy girlfriend?” said the city boy proudly.

“Is it because she’s got long blonde hair and lovely melons?”

“No,” said the country boy, “because she’s got big ears.”