An weathered old-timer walked into a country bar, tipped his Stetson hat, and ordered a cold beer.
The bartender slid the mug over and struck up a conversation. “So, old-timer, what do you do for a living?”
“Well, sir, I’m a cowboy,” the old man replied proudly. “I spend my entire day out on the ranch, riding wild horses, herding cattle, and taking care of the livestock.”
“Sounds like a rugged life,” the bartender nodded.
A few minutes later, a stunningly beautiful woman walked into the bar, slid onto the stool right next to the cowboy, and ordered a cocktail.
The bartender turned to her. “And what about you, ma’am? What do you do?”
With the old cowboy listening intently, the woman smiled and said, “Well, sir, I’m a lesbian.”
“Interesting,” the bartender said. “What exactly does that mean for you?”
“Well, I wake up in the morning thinking about women,” she explained. “I eat my breakfast thinking about women. I go through my entire day thinking about women, and I fall asleep thinking about them. I am constantly, non-stop thinking about women.”
“Got it,” the bartender smiled.
An hour later, the old cowboy finished his beer, left that establishment, and walked into a completely different bar down the road. He sat down, ordered another round, and the new bartender asked, “So, sir, what do you do for a living?”
The old man stared deeply into the foam of his beer, looked up, and replied:
“Well, when I woke up this morning, I was a cowboy… but to tell you the honest truth, I’m pretty sure I’m a lesbian!”
