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The Free Drink

The buckaroo rode into town and dismounted. A tender foot approached, offered his hand and asked, "Are you a real Cowboy?"
The Buckaroo ignored the tenderfoots hand and ambled in the direction of the nearest saloon. The Tenderfoot tagged along and kept up a steady discourse about how he had just come west and how he had been looking forward to meeting a real cowboy. As they entered the front door of the saloon he asked, "May I buy you a drink?"
the Buckaroo responded cordially, "Sure."
After buying several drinks the Tenderfoot asked, "You never trold me - Are you a real cowboy?"
"Naw," Said the buckaroo. "I don't work. Wish I could. I've got calves to brand, and Barren cows to cull. My old man is sick and weak. My brothers are worthless. And me, I can't hardly do nothin' at all....."
"Gee, You look strong and healthy," said the tenderfoot.
The Buckaroo shrugged, "I'm the strongest man in a hundred miles."
"If your the strongest man in miles, Why can't you work?"
"Because," drawled the cowboy, "work is exercise and every time I exercise, my muscles develop so fast they split through my skin. Under my clothes, I'm just a mass of scars."
With that said the buckaroo tossed down his drink, walked outside, remounted and rode away. All the tenderfoot could do was stare.

posted by Mike @ 8:51 PM