Tue 27 May 2008
 Not a real cowboy |
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An old cowboy was sitting in the new Starbucks enjoying a coffee.
Presently a young woman sat down next to him, “Are you a real cowboy?” She asked
“Well, I’ve spent my whole life breaking colts,” He replied, “I’ve been working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy.”
“I’m a lesbian!” She said. “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.”
The two sat drinking their coffees in silence.
A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy. “Are you a real cowboy?” He asked.
“Well I always thought I was,” said the cowboy, “but I just found out that I’m a lesbian.”
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