The old cowboy came riding into town on a hot, dry, dusty day. The sheriff watched from his chair in front of the saloon as the cowboy wearily dismounted and tied his horse to the rail a few feet in front of the sheriff.
The old cowboy then walks to the rear of his horse, lifts the tail and plants a big kiss right where the sun don’t shine. He dropped the horse’s tail, stepped up on the porch and aimed toward the swingin’ doors of the saloon.
The sheriff says, “Hold on mister. Did I see what I thought I just saw?”
“Reckon you did sheriff. I got me some powerful chapped lips.”
“And that cures them?”
“Nope, but it keeps me from licking them.”