Three cowboys were seated around the campfire out on the lonesome sagebrush prairie and with the pride for which these men were famous; it was a night of bravado, a night of tall tales.
Vern, the hand from Wyoming says, 'I must be the strongest, meanest, toughest cowboy there is. Why, just the other day, a bull got loose in the corral. It gored six men before I wrestled it to the ground by the horns with my bare hands and castrated that sucker with my teeth.'
Larry, from Colorado, couldn't stand to be bested. 'That's nothing, I was walking down the trail yesterday and a 10 foot Diamondback rattler slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I grabbed that bastard with my bare hands, bit off its head, and sucked the poison down in one gulp and didn't even get a belly ache.'
Old grizzled-faced Dean, the cowboy from Montana, remained silent, slowly stirring the campfire coals with his pecker.
No comments:
Post a Comment