The old cowhand came riding into town on a hot, dry, dusty day. The townsman watched as he slowly dismounted and tied his horse to the rail outside the saloon.

The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of the horse, lifted its tail, and placed a big kiss were the sun don't shine.

As he then walked by, the townsman had to comment. “I couldn't help but notice you as you got off your horse. That's quite an unusual ritual.”

“Yep,” replied the cowboy. “I got me some bad chapped lips.”

“And that cures them?” asked the townsman.

“Nope, but it keeps me from lickin' em.”








Three cowboys were hanging out in the bunkhouse. “I know that smart aleck Tex,” said the first. “He's going to start bragging about that new foreign car he bought as soon as he gets back.”

“Not Tex,” the second cowboy replied. “He'll always be just a good ol' boy. When he walks in, I'm sure all he'll say is hello.”

“I know Tex better than either of you,” said the third. “He's so smart, he'll figure out a way to do both. Here he comes now.” Tex swung open the bunkhouse door and shouted, “Audi, partners!”