An old cowhand came riding into town one 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. The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of his horse, lifted it's tail, and placed a big kiss where the sun don't shine. He dropped the horses tail, stepped on the walk and aimed toward the swinging doors of the saloon. "Hold on there Mister," said the Sheriff. "Did I just see what I thought I saw?" "Reckon you did Sheriff. I got me some powerful chapped lips."
"And that cures them?" Asked the Sheriff.
"Nope" the cowboy replied, "But it sure keeps me from lick'n 'Em!" :shock:
"And that cures them?" Asked the Sheriff.
"Nope" the cowboy replied, "But it sure keeps me from lick'n 'Em!" :shock: