When Dougie Gilmour first went to play junior hockey in a rural Canadian outpost, he asked one of the older players what they did for a good time. "We use the mule," the older player told him. Revolted, Gilmour turned his thoughts to other activities. However, after time passed and he got hornier and hornier, he could think of nothing else. Finally, Gilmour accepted the fact the mule was all there was. So one night, he snuck out to the barn.
A little later, as Gilmour was going away at the mule, the older player came out to the barn. "What the hell are you doing?" The older player asked.
Puzzled, Gilmour replied, "I thought you said you use the mule for a good time."
"Yeah, but we usually ride him into town