He's wearing a sun-tanned hat, a weathered and dusty leather jacket, and boots with spurs. He has a sheathed knife on his left hip, and on his right a holstered revolver.
A beautiful young woman comes up to him and asks, "Excuse me sir, I'm sure you get this a lot, but are you really a cowboy?"
"Well, miss, I'd like to think I am," he says. "When I wake up in the morning, I'm thinking about my cattle. When I'm eating my breakfast and listening to the radio, I'm thinking about my cattle, and when I hit the sack at night, I dream about my cattle. I reckon that makes me as real as a cowboy can be."
"What about you, ma'am?" he continues. "What do you do for a living?"
"Well," she says, "believe it or not, I'm a lesbian pornstar."
"No shit!" he says. "And are you a real lesbian?"
"Well you tell me," she says. "When I wake up in the morning, I'm thinking about women. When I eat my breakfast and watch the news, I'm thinking about women, and when I go to sleep, I spend all night dreaming about women. I'd say that makes me as real as a lesbian can be!"
They have a friendly drink together and eventually she leaves. A few minutes later, a young couple come up to him, and the man asks, "Excuse me, sir, I'm sure you get this all the time, but are you really cowboy?"
"Well," the cowboy says with a little sigh, "I'd always thought I was, but I just found out I'm actually a lesbian."
