Well, there’s this cowboy who heads out to seek his fortune on the frontier of the old West. He finally settles on a ranching town near the very edge of civilization. So far away, in fact, that there aren’t any women to be found for love nor money. He’s young and full of hormones and, after a month, he starts getting rаndy, so he goes to the saloon to ask around. After a couple of sort of nervous, whispered conversations, it comes out that you use the sheep.
Well, our hero isn’t real happy about this, but he’s really desperate. He buys a quart of rotgut whiskey to nerve himself up and he heads out to find the nearest flock, and decides that if he’s going to do this at all, he’s going to do it right. He spends most of the afternoon picking out the prettiest sheep in the flock. He shampoos her wool and ties ribbons around her neck. He even puts a little веll on her collar. He’s also getting pretty drunк and by evening, he’s done cleaning up the sheep, and not thinking real clearly.
He’s so proud of the way the sheep looks, he decides to take her in to town and show her off at the saloon. He walks in with the sheep, and the room goes quiet. Everybody’s staring at the guy. And not just staring, but kinda recoiling in shock and horror. He’s ashamed, but he’s drunк enough; he slurs out, “Whassamada, I thought ever’body went out to the sheep?”
Finally, one old timer pipes up. “Yeah, boy, but you done picked out the sheriff’s girlfriend.”
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