Three Cowboys. . .
Three cowboys sat around a western campfire, each with that macho bravado we’ve come to expect from the American West and the American Cowboy. The first cowboy pipes up, “You know, a bull got loose in the corral today . . . gored six men to death before I wrestled him to the ground and slit his throat with my fingernail.”
The second cowboy, not wanting to be bested, said. “Oh yeah, well just last week a rattler, six feet long, jumped at me from under a rock. I bit off his head, sucked down all the poison in one gulp and I’m still here to tell about it.”
The third cowboy remained silent, as he slowly stirred the coals with his penis.