rickeypadgett
04-19-2006, 05:47 PM
An old cowhand came riding into town on a hot, dry, dusty day. The local
sheriff watched from his chair in front of the saloon as the cowboy
wearily
dismounted and tied his horse to the rail a few feet in front of the
sheriff.
"Howdy, Stranger."
"Howdy, Sheriff."
The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of the horse, lifted his tail
and
placed a big kiss where the sun don't shine. He dropped the horse's
tail,
stepped up on the walk, and aimed towards the swing doors of the saloon.
"Hold on there, Mister," said the Sheriff. "Did I just see what I think
I
saw?"
"Reckon you did, Sheriff. I got me some powerful chapped lips."
"And does that cure them?" the Sheriff asked.
"Nope, but it sure keeps me from lickin' 'em."
sheriff watched from his chair in front of the saloon as the cowboy
wearily
dismounted and tied his horse to the rail a few feet in front of the
sheriff.
"Howdy, Stranger."
"Howdy, Sheriff."
The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of the horse, lifted his tail
and
placed a big kiss where the sun don't shine. He dropped the horse's
tail,
stepped up on the walk, and aimed towards the swing doors of the saloon.
"Hold on there, Mister," said the Sheriff. "Did I just see what I think
I
saw?"
"Reckon you did, Sheriff. I got me some powerful chapped lips."
"And does that cure them?" the Sheriff asked.
"Nope, but it sure keeps me from lickin' 'em."