Aragon's chapstick
Posted: Wed May 14, 2003 1:31 am
Chapstick
An old cowhand named Aragon came riding into town on a hot, dry, dusty day. The local sheriff watched from his chair in front of the saloon as Aragon wearily dismounted and tied his horse to the rail a few feet in front of the sheriff.
"Howdy, stranger..."
"Howdy, Sheriff..."
Aragon then moved slowly to the back of his horse, lifted its
tail, and placed a big kiss were the sun don't shine. He dropped the horse's tail, stepped up on the walk, and aimed towards the swinging doors of the saloon.
"Hold on, Mister..."
"Sheriff?"
"Did I just see what I think I just saw?"
"Reckon you did, Sheriff...I got me some powerful chapped lips..."
"And that cures them?"
"Nope, but it keeps me from lickin' em!
An old cowhand named Aragon came riding into town on a hot, dry, dusty day. The local sheriff watched from his chair in front of the saloon as Aragon wearily dismounted and tied his horse to the rail a few feet in front of the sheriff.
"Howdy, stranger..."
"Howdy, Sheriff..."
Aragon then moved slowly to the back of his horse, lifted its
tail, and placed a big kiss were the sun don't shine. He dropped the horse's tail, stepped up on the walk, and aimed towards the swinging doors of the saloon.
"Hold on, Mister..."
"Sheriff?"
"Did I just see what I think I just saw?"
"Reckon you did, Sheriff...I got me some powerful chapped lips..."
"And that cures them?"
"Nope, but it keeps me from lickin' em!