JOTD
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In an old, musty saloon in Southwest Texas, an old rough and ready cowboy with a dirty Stetson, well-worn boots and faded Levis, sits with a glass and a half empty bottle of "Red Eye". A beautiful young thing 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. 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 boobs and nice flat tummies that I could massage. I spend the whole day thinking of nude girls and naked mature women.. Yes, I'm a real lesbian." So she says goodbye and departs. An hour later a pair of tourists sit down next to the old cowpoke and ask, "Are you a real cowboy?" He looks at them and says, "I always thought so until an hour ago, then I found out I was a lesbian." And the living obscurely rejoice at the news of a death, in the knowledge that it's not us, that we are still in the game. Andrew Greig
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In an old, musty saloon in Southwest Texas, an old rough and ready cowboy with a dirty Stetson, well-worn boots and faded Levis, sits with a glass and a half empty bottle of "Red Eye". A beautiful young thing 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. 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 boobs and nice flat tummies that I could massage. I spend the whole day thinking of nude girls and naked mature women.. Yes, I'm a real lesbian." So she says goodbye and departs. An hour later a pair of tourists sit down next to the old cowpoke and ask, "Are you a real cowboy?" He looks at them and says, "I always thought so until an hour ago, then I found out I was a lesbian." And the living obscurely rejoice at the news of a death, in the knowledge that it's not us, that we are still in the game. Andrew Greig
Holy crap! Two minutes ago I thought I was a web developer! Thanks for correcting me Hel. :rolleyes: Hilarious joke. I liked it.
Paul Watson
Bluegrass
Cape Town, South AfricaMacbeth muttered: I am in blood / Stepped in so far, that should I wade no more, / Returning were as tedious as go o'er DavidW wrote: You are totally mad. Nice.
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In an old, musty saloon in Southwest Texas, an old rough and ready cowboy with a dirty Stetson, well-worn boots and faded Levis, sits with a glass and a half empty bottle of "Red Eye". A beautiful young thing 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. 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 boobs and nice flat tummies that I could massage. I spend the whole day thinking of nude girls and naked mature women.. Yes, I'm a real lesbian." So she says goodbye and departs. An hour later a pair of tourists sit down next to the old cowpoke and ask, "Are you a real cowboy?" He looks at them and says, "I always thought so until an hour ago, then I found out I was a lesbian." And the living obscurely rejoice at the news of a death, in the knowledge that it's not us, that we are still in the game. Andrew Greig
:):):) I really like it!!
We are men. We are different. We have only one word for soap. We do not own candles. We have never seen anything of any value in a craft shop. We do not own magazines full of photographs of celebrities with their clothes on. - Steve
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Holy crap! Two minutes ago I thought I was a web developer! Thanks for correcting me Hel. :rolleyes: Hilarious joke. I liked it.
Paul Watson
Bluegrass
Cape Town, South AfricaMacbeth muttered: I am in blood / Stepped in so far, that should I wade no more, / Returning were as tedious as go o'er DavidW wrote: You are totally mad. Nice.
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In an old, musty saloon in Southwest Texas, an old rough and ready cowboy with a dirty Stetson, well-worn boots and faded Levis, sits with a glass and a half empty bottle of "Red Eye". A beautiful young thing 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. 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 boobs and nice flat tummies that I could massage. I spend the whole day thinking of nude girls and naked mature women.. Yes, I'm a real lesbian." So she says goodbye and departs. An hour later a pair of tourists sit down next to the old cowpoke and ask, "Are you a real cowboy?" He looks at them and says, "I always thought so until an hour ago, then I found out I was a lesbian." And the living obscurely rejoice at the news of a death, in the knowledge that it's not us, that we are still in the game. Andrew Greig
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In an old, musty saloon in Southwest Texas, an old rough and ready cowboy with a dirty Stetson, well-worn boots and faded Levis, sits with a glass and a half empty bottle of "Red Eye". A beautiful young thing 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. 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 boobs and nice flat tummies that I could massage. I spend the whole day thinking of nude girls and naked mature women.. Yes, I'm a real lesbian." So she says goodbye and departs. An hour later a pair of tourists sit down next to the old cowpoke and ask, "Are you a real cowboy?" He looks at them and says, "I always thought so until an hour ago, then I found out I was a lesbian." And the living obscurely rejoice at the news of a death, in the knowledge that it's not us, that we are still in the game. Andrew Greig
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And here i used to think i was a programmer... :rolleyes:
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:laugh: Then you found out you where actually a cowboy...? And the living obscurely rejoice at the news of a death, in the knowledge that it's not us, that we are still in the game. Andrew Greig
I'm not. ;) Anna :rose: www.annasplace.me.uk
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