The eastern lady who was all ready to take a
horseback ride said to the cowboy, “Can you get me a nice gentle
pony?”
“Shore,”said the cowboy. “What kind of a saddle do you want,
English or western?”
“What’s the difference?” asked the lady.
“The western saddle has a horn on it,” said the cowboy.
“If the traffic is so thick here in
the mountains that I need a horn on my saddle, I
don’t believe I want to ride.”
Three cowboys of the world are sitting
around camp talking about how tough they were. The tales
kept getting bigger and bigger.
The cowboy from Australia says, “I wrestled a 200 pound crocodile and
made it cry like a baby.”
The cowboy from Brazil shakes his head and says, “I killed a 400 pound steer with my bare hands.”
The Cowboy from Texas just smiled and kept
stirring the campfire with his leg.
The cowboy lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh Amarillo theatre. When the usher came by and noticed this he whispered to the cowboy, “Sorry, sir, but you’re only allowed
one seat.” The cowboy groaned but didn’t budge. The usher
became more impatient. “Sir, if you don’t get up from there, I’m
going to have to call the manager. The cowboy just groaned.
The usher marched briskly back up the aisle. In a moment he returned with the manager. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy, but with no success. Finally, they summoned the police. The
cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked, “All right buddy, What’s
your name?”
“Sam,” the cowboy moaned.
“Where ya from, Sam?”
With pain in his voice Sam replied…. “The balcony.
Q: Why
can’t the bankrupt cowboy
complain?
A: He has got no beef.
Back in the Old West three Texas cowboys were about to be hung for cattle rustling. The lynch mob brought the three men to a tree right at the edge of the Rio Grande. The idea was that when each man had died, they’d cut the rope and he’d drop into the river and drift out of sight
They put the first cowboy in the noose, but he was so sweaty and greasyhe slipped out, fell in the river and swam to freedom.
They tied the noose around the second cowboy’s head. He, too, oozed out of the rope, dropped into the river and got away.
As they dragged the third Texan to the scaffold, he resisted, “Please! Would yaw’l tighten that noos
a little bit? I can’t swim!”
Swint and Fess, two Oklahoma cowboys, were
resting their horses out on the range.
“What’d Emmaline give yew for yore birthday?” asked Swint.
“Pair of cufflinks,” said Fess. “But I ain’t got no use for them. I can’t even find anyplace to get my wrists pierced.”
Who do zombie cowboys fight?
Deadskins.
A divorce court judge said to the husband,”Mr Geraghty,I have reviewed this case very carefully and I’ve decided to give your wife $800 a week.”
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A divorce court judge said to the husband,”Mr Geraghty,I have reviewed this case very carefully and I’ve decided to give your wife $800 a week.”
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