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 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.<>
“And that cures them? ” the Sheriff asked.<>
“Nope, but it keeps me from lick’en ’em. “<>
