Cow Pat Lip Gloss
An old cowhand came riding into town on a hot, dry, dusty day. The
local sheriff watched from his chair in front of the saloon as the
cowboy wearily dismounted and tied his horse to the rail. The
cowboy then moved slowly to the back of his horse, lifted its tail,
and placed a big kiss where the sun don't shine. He dropped the
horse's tail, stepped up on the walk and aimed toward the swinging
doors of the saloon.
"Hold on there, Mister," said the sheriff. "Did I just see what
I think I saw?"
"Reckon you did, Sheriff. I got me some powerful chapped
lips."
"And that cures them?" the Sheriff asked.
"Nope, but it keeps me from lickin' 'em."