An weathered old-timer walked into a country bar, tipped his Stetson hat, and ordered a cold beer.
The bartender slid the mug over and struck up a conversation. “So, old-timer, what do you do for a living?”
“Well, sir, I’m a cowboy,” the old man replied proudly. “I spend my entire day out on the ranch, riding wild horses, herding cattle, and taking care of the livestock.”
“Sounds like a rugged life,” the bartender nodded.
A few minutes later, a stunningly beautiful woman walked into the bar, slid onto the stool right next to the cowboy, and ordered a cocktail.
The bartender turned to her. “And what about you, ma’am? What do you do?”
With the old cowboy listening intently, the woman smiled and said, “Well, sir, I’m a lesbian.”
“Interesting,” the bartender said. “What exactly does that mean for you?”
“Well, I wake up in the morning thinking about women,” she explained. “I eat my breakfast thinking about women. I go through my entire day thinking about women, and I fall asleep thinking about them. I am constantly, non-stop thinking about women.”
“Got it,” the bartender smiled.
An hour later, the old cowboy finished his beer, left that establishment, and walked into a completely different bar down the road. He sat down, ordered another round, and the new bartender asked, “So, sir, what do you do for a living?”
The old man stared deeply into the foam of his beer, looked up, and replied:
“Well, when I woke up this morning, I was a cowboy… but to tell you the honest truth, I’m pretty sure I’m a lesbi@n!”
The Old Nun Suddenly Connected The Dots 😂
It was time for Father John’s Saturday night bath and the young nun, Sister Magdalene, had prepared the bath water and towels just the way the old nun had instructed.
Sister Magdalene was also instructed not to look at Father John’s n*k*dness if she could help it, do whatever he told her to do, and pray.
The next morning the old nun asked Sister Magdalene how the Saturday night bath had gone.
