RebelCritter
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Bullbuyer came riding into town on a hot, dry, dusty day.
The local sheriff watched from his chair in front of the saloon as bullbuyer wearily dismounted and tied his horse to the rail
a few feet in front of the sheriff.
"Howdy, stranger..."
"Howdy, Sheriff..."
Bullbuyer then moved slowly to the back of his horse, lifted its tail, and placed a big kiss were the sun don't shine.
He dropped the horse's tail, and stepped up on the walk and aimed towards the swinging doors of the saloon.
"Hold on there, Mister..."
"Sheriff?"
"Did I just see what I think I just 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. "
The local sheriff watched from his chair in front of the saloon as bullbuyer wearily dismounted and tied his horse to the rail
a few feet in front of the sheriff.
"Howdy, stranger..."
"Howdy, Sheriff..."
Bullbuyer then moved slowly to the back of his horse, lifted its tail, and placed a big kiss were the sun don't shine.
He dropped the horse's tail, and stepped up on the walk and aimed towards the swinging doors of the saloon.
"Hold on there, Mister..."
"Sheriff?"
"Did I just see what I think I just 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. "
