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The Cure

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by KY Moose, Apr 20, 2004.

  1. KY Moose

    KY Moose

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    Nov 18, 2001
    Republic of Northern Virginia
    An 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.

    The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of his horse, lifted its tail, and placed a big kiss where the sun doesn't shine. He dropped the horse's tail, stepped up 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 think I saw?"

    "Reckon you did, Sheriff. I got me some powerful chapped lips."

    "And that cures them?" the Sheriff asked.

    "Nope, but it keeps me from lickin' 'em."