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The 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 his horse, lifted
its tail, and placed a big kiss were the sun dont shine.
He dropped the horses tail, stepped up on the walk, and
aimed towards the swinging doors of the saloon.
Hold on, Mister...
Sheriff?
Did I just see what I think I just saw?
Reckon you did, Sheriff...I got me some powerful chapped
lips...
And that cures them?
Nope, but it keeps me from lickin em.
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