Got used to....

A Welsh farmer buys several sheep, hoping to breed them for wool.
After several weeks, he notices that none of the sheep are getting pregnant,
and phones a vet for help. The vet tells him that he should try artificial
insemination. The farmer doesn't have the slightest idea what this means
but, not wanting to display his ignorance, only asks the
vet how he will know when the sheep are pregnant. The vet tells him that
they will stop standing around and instead will lie down and wallow in the
grass when pregnant.
The man hangs up and gives it some thought. He comes to the conclusion that
artificial insemination means he has to impregnate the sheep himself. So, he
loads the sheep into his
Land Rover, drives them out into the woods, has sex with them all, brings
them back, and goes to bed. Next morning, he wakes and looks out at the
sheep. Seeing that they are all still standing around, he deduces that the
first try didn't take, and loads them in the Land Rover again.
He drives them out to the woods, bangs each sheep twice for good measure,
brings them back, and goes to bed exhausted. Next morning, he wakes to find
the sheep still just standing round. Try again he tells himself, and
proceeds to load them up, and drive them out to the woods.
He spends all day banging the sheep and upon returning home, falls exhausted
into bed. The next morning, he cannot even raise himself from the bed to
look out of the window. He asks his wife to look, and tell him if the sheep
are wallowing in the grass.
'No', she says, 'they're all in the Land Rover, and one of them is
beeping the horn'