The Cowboy
Another one from my mother.
He replied, "Well, I've spent my whole life breaking colts, working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring horses, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy."
She nods with satisfaction. Then he asked her, "What about you?"
She replies, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women."
"Huh," the cowboy says, and the two resume sipping their drinks in silence.
A little while later a man sits down on the other side of the old cowboy. He turns to him and asks, "Are you a real cowboy?"
"I always thought I was," the cowboy says as he pushes his hat a little higher on his head, "but I just found out I'm a lesbian."
Posted November 6, 2004 10:06 AM
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