An old cowboy sat down at the Starbucks and ordered a cup of coffee. As he sat sipping his coffee, a young woman sat down next to him. She turned to the cowboy and asked, “Are you a real cowboy?”

He replied, “Well, I’ve spent my whole life breaking colts, working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy.”

She replied, “Well, I’m a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. It seems that everything makes me think of women.”

The two sat sipping their coffee in silence.

A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy and asked, “Are you a real cowboy?”

The old man replied, “Well, I always thought I was, but I just found out that I must be a lesbian.”

Per Oesterlund

Media Consultant

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