So, my husband is fully aware of my fascination with cowboys. Tonight he sent me this joke…
Prior to her trip to Texas , Buffy (a blonde New Yorker), confided to her co-workers she had three goals for her trip to the Lone Star State :
1. She wanted to taste some real Texas Bar-B-Que.
2. She wanted to take in a bona-fide rodeo.
3. She wanted to have sex with a local cowboy.
Upon returning, the girls were curious as to how she fared.
‘Let me tell you, they have a bush down there called Mesquite and when they slow cook the brisket over that Mesquite wood it’s ooooh so good. The taste is unbelievable!’
‘And I went to a real rodeo. Talk about athletes! Those guys wrestle full grown bulls! They ride horses at a full gallop, then jump off the horses and grab the bull by the horns and throw them to the ground! It is just incredible!’
Then came the big question…
‘Well tell us, did you have sex with a real cowboy?’
‘Are you kidding? When I saw the size of the condoms they carry in their back pockets I changed my mind!
Gotta love a husband who understands, don’t you?
Until Next Time