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THREE COWBOYS ARE SITTING AROUND THE CAMPFIRE OUT ON THE
LONESOME PRAIRIE; EACH WITH THE BRAVADO FOR WHICH HE IS FAMOUS.
A NIGHT OF TALL TALES.
THE GUY FROM MONTANA 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."
THE GUY FROM COLORADO COULDN'T STAND TO BE BESTED. THAT'S NOTHING,
"I WAS WALKING DOWN THE TRAIL YESTERDAY AND A FIFTEEN FOOT DIAMONDBACK
RATTLER SLID OUT FROM UNDER A ROCK AND MADE A MOVE FOR ME. I GRABBED
THAT BASTARD WITH MY BARE HANDS, BIT ITS HEAD OFF AND SUCKED THE POISON
DOWN IN ONE GULP AND I'M STILL HERE TODAY."
THE COWBOY FROM ALBERTA REMAINED SILENT, SLOWLY STIRRING THE CAMPFIRE
COALS WITH HIS PECKER.
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Gettin' fat - only exercise now is shifting gears
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