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Dusty day

Dusty day

On a hot, dusty day a cowboy rode into a small frontier town. After dismounting, he walked behind his horse, lifted its tail, and kissed it where the sun doesn’t shine. An old man rocking by the general store witnessed the whole thing.

“Whudd’ya do that fer?” he asked.

“Got chapped lips,” the cowboy replied.

The old man asked, “Does that help?”

The cowboy said, “Nope, but it keeps me from lickin’ ’em.”

An architect, an artist, and an engineer

An architect, an artist and an

Give Thy Seat To A Lady

Give Thy Seat To A Lady