THREE COWBOYS WERE SITTING AROUND THE CAMPFIRE OUT ON THE LONESOME PRAIRIE.
WITH THE BRAVADO FOR WHICH EACH IS FAMOUS, IT BECAME A NIGHT OF TALL TALES.
THE COWPOKE FROM MONTANA SAID, 'I MUST BE THE STRONGEST, MEANEST, TOUGHEST COWBOY THERE IS. WHY, JUST THE OTHER DAY, A BULL GOT LOOSE IN THE CORRAL. IT HAD GORED SIX MEN BEFORE I WRESTLED IT TO THE GROUND BY THE HORNS WITH MY BARE HANDS AND CASTRATED THAT SUCKER WITH MY TEETH.'
THE BUCKAROO FROM OKLAHOMA COULDN'T STAND TO BE BESTED. 'THAT'S
NOTHIN G....I WAS WALKING DOWN THE TRAIL YESTERDAY AND A FIFTEEN FOOT DIAMOND BACK RATTLER SLID OUT FROM UNDER A ROCK AND MADE A MOVE FOR ME. I GRABBED THAT BASTARD WITH MY BARE HANDS, BIT IT'S HEAD OFF AND SUCKED THE POISON DOWN IN ONE GULP AND DIDN'T EVEN GET A BELLY ACHE.'
THE COWBOY FROM TEXAS REMAINED SILENT...SLOWLY STIRRING THE CAMPFIRE COALS WITH HIS PECKER.
(sorry it's all in caps, cut and pasted from an email)
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