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It's a cure!
concealedG36
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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 a few
feet in front of the sheriff.
"Howdy, stranger."
"Howdy, sheriff."
The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of his horse, lifted its
tail, and placed a big kiss where the sun don'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" was the
reply.
"And that cures them?" the sheriff asked.
"Nope, just keeps me from lickin 'em."
Gun Control Disarms Victims, NOT Criminals
The local sheriff watched from his chair in front of the saloon as
the cowboy wearily dismounted and tied his horse to the rail a few
feet in front of the sheriff.
"Howdy, stranger."
"Howdy, sheriff."
The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of his horse, lifted its
tail, and placed a big kiss where the sun don'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" was the
reply.
"And that cures them?" the sheriff asked.
"Nope, just keeps me from lickin 'em."
Gun Control Disarms Victims, NOT Criminals