Three cowboys were seated around the campfire out on the
lonesome sagebrush prairie and with the pride for which these men were famous;
it was a night of bravado, a night of tall tales.
Simon, the hand from Nebraska says, "I must be the
strongest, meanest, toughest cowboy there is. Why, just the other day, a bull
got loose in the corral. It had gored six men before I wrestled it to the
ground by the horns with my bare hands and castrated that sucker with my
teeth."
Bobby, from Colorado, couldn't stand to be bested . . .
"That's nothing, I was walking down the trail yesterday and a 15 foot
diamondback rattler slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I
grabbed that bastard with my bare hands, bit off its head, and sucked the
poison down in one gulp and didn’t even get a belly ache."
Old Steve, the cowboy from Florida, remained silent,
slowly stirring the campfire coals with his pecker.
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