Three cowboys are sitting around a campfire out on the lonesome prairie. They are chewing tobacco and swapping tales of bravado for which cowboys are famous. The first cowboy says, “I reckon I must be the meanest, toughest cowboy on the prairie.”
“You reckon, dude? How come?” asks the second.
“Why, just the other day, a bull got loose in the corral and gored six men before I wrestled it to the ground by the horns, with my bare hands.”
The second cowboy says: “Why that’s nothing. I was walking down the trail yesterday and a twenty-foot rattlesnake slid out from under a rock and came straight at me. I grabbed that snake with my bare hands, bit its head off and sucked the poison down in one gulp.”
The third cowboy said nothing. He just sat there, chewing his tobacco, slowly stirring the coals with his cock.
