An old cowboy moseyed into a dusty old bar and ordered himself a glass of whiskey.
He settled onto a stool, tipped his hat back, and took a slow, thoughtful sip.
Not long after, a young woman sat down beside him and asked, “Excuse me, are you a real cowboy?”
The old man thought for a moment and said, “Well ma’am, I’ve spent my whole life breaking colts, herding cattle, fixing fences, branding calves, mending tractors, sleeping under the stars, and wrangling just about everything on four legs.
So yeah, I reckon I am.”
The young woman nodded and said, “I’m a lesbian. I spend most of my day thinking about women.
I wake up thinking about women, I shower thinking about women, I eat, watch TV, work—no matter what I’m doing, I’m always thinking about women.”
The cowboy tipped his hat politely, and they both sat in silence sipping their drinks.
A little while later, another man came along, sat on the other side of the cowboy, and asked, “Are you a real cowboy?”
The old man looked up and said, “Well… I thought I was. But turns out… I might actually be a lesbian.”
