An old Texas 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 a few feet in front of the sheriff.
“Howdy, stranger,” said the sheriff.
“Howdy, Sheriff,” said the cowboy. The cowboy moved slowly to the back of the horse, lifted its tail and placed a big kiss where the sun doesn’t shine. He dropped the horse’s tail, stepped up on the walk, and aimed towards the swing doors of the saloon.
“Hold on there, mister,” said the sheriff. “Did I just see what I think I saw?”
“I reckon you did, Sheriff. I got me some powerful chapped lips.”
“And does that cure them?” the sheriff asked.
“Nope, but it keeps me from lickin’ ’em.”
