An Old Cowboy Just Won First Place.

An cowboy just won first place in a rodeo in a small western town.

So proud of his horse was he that he rode him to the neighborhood saloon.

After tying the horse to a post, he went inside for a couple of brews. When he came out of the bar a few hours later, he noticed that someone had painted the horse red.

Furious, he barged back into the bar like a madman. At the top of his lungs, he yelled,

“Who painted my horse red?”

Suddenly, towards the rear of the bar, a tall, shirtless muscular man stands up. He’s a good six feet six with nineteen-inch biceps, tattoos over his upper body, scars all over his face and chest.

Two long bowie knives are strapped to his waist.

“I did,” said the tough guy.

“And what about it?”

“Just wanted to let you know, “said the cowboy,

“the first coat is dry.”