Are you a cowboy?

[Azat]

An old cowboy went to a bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his whiskey, a young lady sat down next to him. She turned to the cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"

 

He replied, "Well, I've spent my whole life on the ranch, herding horses, mending fences, and branding cattle, so I guess I am."

 

She said, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. As I watch TV, or even eat, I think about women. Everything seems to make me think about women."

 

The two sat sipping in silence. A short time later, a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"

 

He replied, "I always thought I was, but I just found out I'm a lesbian."

 

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I may be a lesbian as well.

[Sip]

Are there any lesbian geeks?

[Sip]

Cowboys and Muslims

 

I thought this was pretty hillarious. Sorry if it offends ... but if it does, lighten up ... it's just a joke

 

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Three strangers strike up a conversation in the passenger lounge in ***eman Montana, awaiting their flights. One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer, another, a Cowboy on his way to Billings for a stock show. The third passenger is a Fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East.

 

Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim.

 

The conversation falls into an uneasy lull. The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table, tips his big sweat-stained

hat forward over his face. The wind outside blows tumbleweeds, and the old windsock flaps; but no plane comes.

 

Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, "Once, my people were many, now we are few."

 

The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward "Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?"

 

The Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, "That's 'cause we ain't Played Cowboys and Muslims yet."