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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 a few feet in
front of the sheriff.

'Howdy, Stranger.'

'Howdy, Sheriff.'

The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of the horse, lifted his 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 towards 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 does that cure them?' the Sheriff asked.

'Nope, but it keeps me from lickin' 'em.

[Sunny]

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