Trail Talk Trouble
Pablo and Paco were riding their horses through the dusty desert, just two cowboys out for a long ride.
A few miles in, Pablo caught a whiff of something downright awful. He pulled on the reins and turned to Paco.
“Hey buddy, did you… do something back there?”
Paco raised a brow. “No sir, I sure didn’t.”
So, they trotted on. But the smell only got worse—so bad, flies were starting to follow them like they were part of the posse.
Pablo looked back again. “Paco, you sure you didn’t have a little accident?”
“Positive,” Paco said. “Clean as a whistle.”
On they went, until the stench was just too much to bear. Pablo was swatting flies and gagging on the stink. He finally jumped down off his horse.
“Alright, Paco,” he said, “I need you to hop off that horse, drop your pants, and prove it. You said you didn’t have an accident!”
Paco sighed and replied,
“Well, I thought you meant today…”
Who’s the Boss?
A retiring farmer was clearing out his livestock before selling the farm. He decided to give his animals away to folks in town, based on who wore the pants in the family.
At every house, he’d ask, “Who’s the boss around here?”
If the man said he was, he got a horse.
If the woman said she was, she got a chicken.
Toward the end of the road, he came upon a couple pulling weeds in the yard.
“Who’s in charge at this place?” the farmer asked.
The man puffed up proudly, “That’d be me.”
“Great,” said the farmer. “I’ve got a black horse and a brown horse. Which one do you want?”
The man scratched his head, thinking it over. “I’ll take the black one.”
“No, no,” said his wife from behind the rosebushes. “You want the brown one.”
The farmer smiled, handed him a chicken, and said,
“Thought so.”
