A huge, rough, 2-gunned cowboy tied up at a saloon and took out a paint brush and a can of yellow paint and painted one side of a black horse that was also tied up at the hitching post. Then he went inside and had a few beers. The owner of the black horse then left, and when he saw his horse painted yellow on the side, he went back into the bar and shouted: "Who's the ornery coyote who painted my horse yellow?" The big, mean wrangler then stood up, towering over the cowboy and said: "I painted your horse...so what are you gonna do about it, tenderfoot?" The cowboy gulped and said: "I just wanted to tell you that the first coat is dry!" Hal
In #4, she looks curious or intrigued, to me, but then I grew up with a family member who, when especially p*ssed, had a "death glare."
It is one of those looks that is hard to interpret. I use it on my neighbor when he starts getting to comfortable around me. He is like, "What? What did I do?" ha ha ha! Sometimes the death glare is a bit too much and must be toned down creating a mysterious look. Gotta keep the guys guessing our next move.
@Hal Pollner Not on this forum! Very few appreciate our keen, sharp, and outright hilarious sense of humor. Keep em coming Hal and don't be discouraged. I challenge you to post one so funny that even those on heavy doses of oxybutynin will have to change undies. Make me laugh Hal!!!!
@Hal Pollner If a cowboy rides into town on Friday and three days later leaves on Friday, how does he do it? ............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... His horse's name is Friday!
@Hal Pollner Here is one from Zek, my 82 year old neighbor, just for you. He was over for coffee this morning and I told him you were a bit blue over no response to your cowboy joke. Why did the cowboy get a two fingered prostrate exam? ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- He told the doctor he wanted a second opinion!