Jokes Bucket

Swint and Fess, two Oklahoma cowboys, were
resting their
horses out on the range.

“What’d Emmaline give
yew for yore birthday?” asked Swint.

“Pair of cufflinks,” said
Fess. “But I ain’t got no use for them. I
can’t even find anyplace
to get my wrists pierced.”

Who do
zombie cowboys fight?

Deadskins.

The swing doors of the Wild
West saloon
crashed open and in came Little Pete, black with fury.
“All right!” he
raged, “all right! Who did it? What goldarned
varmint painted my
horse blue?”
The huge figure of Black Jake, notorious gunfighter and
town baddie
rose from a chair by the door.
“It was me, shrimp,”
he drawled, bunching his gigantic fists, “what
about it?”
“Oh,
well, er,” stammered little Pete wretchedly, “all I wanted to
say
was. . .when are you going to give it another coat?”

Visitor: Wow, you have a
lot of flies
buzzing round your horses and cows. Do you ever shoo them?
Cowboy: No we
just let them go barefoot.

A police officer saw a man dressed as a cowboy

in the street, complete with huge stetson hat, spurs, and six
shooters.
“Excuse me, sir,” said the police officer, “who are
you?”
“My name’s Tex, officer,” said the cowboy.
” eh?” said the police
officer, “Are you from Texas?”
“Nope, Louisiana.”
“Louisiana? So
why are you called Tex?”
“Don’t want to be called Louise, do I .

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