|28 Jul 2003 02:00:14|
|OT- Who's a cowboy?|
Picture an old, musty saloon in Texas filled with old West and cattle
raisin' memorabilia. At the bar an older rough-and-ready cowhand
with a dirty Stetson, well-worn boots and faded Levi's sits with a
glass and a half-empty bottle of "Red Eye".
A stunningly beautiful young woman comes in and sits right beside him. She
looks him over and asks,
"Are you a real cowboy?"
He looks back at her and says, "I get up at the crack of dawn, saddle
an old horse, round up longhorns, corral doggies, rope and brand
calves, eat dust from moving herds, live on half-baked beans and bad
coffee 365 days a year. Yeah, I'm a real cowboy.
He looks at her and asks.." Are you a real model?"
"No," she says. "I'm a lesbian. I wake up in the morning thinking how
empty my bed looks without a sweet young, naked girlish body
lying next to me. I bathe wishing there was a young nubile body in
there with me that I could rub with soap. I go to breakfast thinking of
pert little breasts and nice flat tummies that I would love to massage. I
spend the whole thinking of nude girls and naked mature women. Yes, I'm a
An hour later another pair of tourists sits down beside the old
cowpoke and ask, "Are you a real cowboy?"
He looks at them and says, "I always thought so until an hour ago
when I found out I was a lesbian."