One hot, dry, dusty day, the sheriff sat outside the jail with his chair tilted back, his feet up on a barrel, and his hat pulled nearly down over his eyes. He watched as an old cowhand rode into town and stopped at the saloon, directly across from him. The cowboy wearily dismounted, tied his horse to the rail, moved to the rear of his horse, lifted its tail, and placed a big kiss right below it. He then dropped the horse’s tail and headed into the saloon. “Hold it right there, mister!” said the sheriff, climbing out of his chair. “Did I just see what I think I saw?” The cowpoke turned to the sheriff and explained, “Yup, I reckon ya did, Sheriff. But I kin explain. Ya see, I got me some powerful chapped lips.” “And horse manure cures ’em?” asked the sheriff incredulously. “Nope,” drawled the cowboy, “but it shore will keep ya from lickin’ em!”

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