The COWBOY

>An old cowboy sat down at the Starbucks and ordered a cup of coffee. As he
>sat sipping his coffee, a young woman sat down next to him.She turned to
>the cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"He replied, "Well ma'am, I've
>spent my whole life breaking broncs, roundin up strays, cuttin firewood,
>working cows, riding in rodeos fer extra tobac money, mending fences,
>roping calves, forking hay, doctoring to cows, calves, horses and mules,
>cleaning my barn, fixing saddles, shoeing stock, building corrals, rollin
>my smokes, and riding fences, so yep I reckon I 'm a real cowboy."She said,
>"I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get
>up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women.
>When I watch TV, I think about women. When I am driving I think of women. I
>even think about women when I eat. It seems that everything I do makes me
>think of women."The two sat sipping in silence and shortly the young woman
>said goodbye. The old cowhand set a thinkin on it for a bit when a fella
>came in and sat down beside him."Are you a real cowboy?" the fella
>asked.The old cowboy answered. "Well I always thought I was, but I jest
>found out that I'm a lesbian."