A old man sits rocking on the porch of the general store in a parched, old western town. A grizzled cowboy comes riding up, hitches his horse to the post, goes around to the back of his horse, lifts its tail, and procedes to plant a kiss between the horse's cheeks. Old Man : Stranger, why on earth did you kiss your horse there? Stranger: The reason should be plain. I have chapped lips. Old Man : And that cures them? Stranger: No, but I sure as hell won't lick them!!!
(From the "Rest" of RHF)