Three cowboys were seated around the campfire out on the prairie and with the pride for which these men were famous; it was a night of bravado, a night of tall tales.
Jay, 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 had gored
six men before I wrestled it to the ground by the horns with my bare hands and castrated that sucker with my teeth."
Steve, from Idaho, couldn't stand to be bested. "That's nothing, I was walking down the trail yesterday and a 15 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 Sioux River Jack, the cowboy from South Dakota, remained silent, slowly stirring the campfire coals with his pecker.
Three Cowboys
Member #: 61573
Registered: 9/2/2008
Posted:
7392
Name:
jerry
Company:
Unemployed
Occupation:
none
Location:
USA
There are 3 replies to this message
