A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. He was a stranger in town and, unfortunately, the locals had a reputation of picking on strangers. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He goes back into the bar, handily flips his gun into the air, catches it above his head without even looking and fires a shot into the ceiling.

“WHICH ONE OF YOU SIDEWINDERS STOLE MY HOSS?” he yelled with surprising forcefulness. No one answered.

“All right, I'M GONNA HAVE ANOTHER BEER, AND IF MY HOSS AIN'T BACK OUTSIDE BY THE TIME I FINISH, I'M GONNA DO WHAT I DUN DOWN IN TEXAS! AND I DON'T LIKE TO HAVE TO DO WHAT I DUN IN TEXAS!”

Some of the locals shifted restlessly.

He had another beer, walked outside, and his horse was back, so he started to ride out of town. The bartender wandered out of the bar and asked, “Say partner, before you go… what happened in Texas?” The cowboy turned back and said, “I walked home.”

<br><br>Vectro

“Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake whole relationships.”