Bear T
Tacoma free since '93
- Location
- Boulder, mt
THE ORIGIN OF CHAPSTICK
An old cowhand came riding into town on a hot, dry,
dusty day. The local sheriff watched from his chair in
front of the saloon as the cowboy wearily dismounted
and tied his horse to the rail a few feet in front of
the sheriff.
"Howdy, Stranger."
"Howdy, Sheriff."
The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of the horse,
lifted his tail and placed a big kiss on the horse's butt.
He dropped the horse's tail, stepped up on the walk,
and aimed toward the swinging doors of the saloon.
"Hold on there, Mister," said the Sheriff, "Did I just
see what I think I saw?"
"Reckon you did, Sheriff. I got me some powerful
chapped lips."
"And does that cure them?" the Sheriff asked.
"Nope...but it keeps me from lickin' 'em."
An old cowhand came riding into town on a hot, dry,
dusty day. The local sheriff watched from his chair in
front of the saloon as the cowboy wearily dismounted
and tied his horse to the rail a few feet in front of
the sheriff.
"Howdy, Stranger."
"Howdy, Sheriff."
The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of the horse,
lifted his tail and placed a big kiss on the horse's butt.
He dropped the horse's tail, stepped up on the walk,
and aimed toward the swinging doors of the saloon.
"Hold on there, Mister," said the Sheriff, "Did I just
see what I think I saw?"
"Reckon you did, Sheriff. I got me some powerful
chapped lips."
"And does that cure them?" the Sheriff asked.
"Nope...but it keeps me from lickin' 'em."