The cowboy was trying to buy a health insurance policy. The insurance agent was going down the list of standard questions. â€śEver have an accident?â€ť â€śNope, nary a one.â€ť â€śNone? Youâ€™ve never had any accidents.â€ť â€śNope. Ainâ€™t never had one. Never.â€ť â€śWell, you said on this form you were bit by a snake once. Wouldnâ€™t you consider that an accident?â€ť â€śHeck, no. That dang varmint bit me on purpose.â€ť
Three cowboys were hanging out in the bunkhouse. â€śI know that smart aleck Tex,â€ť said the first. â€śHeâ€™s going to start bragging about that new foreign car he bought as soon as he gets back.â€ť â€śNot Tex,â€ť the second cowboy replied. â€śHe ll always be just a good ol boy. When he walks in, I m sure all he ll say is hello.â€ť â€śI know Tex better than either of you,â€ť said the third. â€śHeâ€™s so smart, he ll figure out a way.
The cowboy lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh Amarillo theater. When the usher came by and noticed this he whispered to the cowboy, â€śSorry, sir, but you re only allowed one seat.â€ť The cowboy groaned but didnâ€™t budge. The usher became more impatient. â€śSir, if you donâ€™t get up from there, I m going to have to call the manager. The cowboy just groaned. The usher marched briskly back up the aisle. In a moment he returned with the manager. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy, but with no success. Finally, they summoned the police. The cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked, â€śAll right buddy, Whatâ€™s you re name?â€ť â€śSam,â€ť the cowboy moaned. â€śWhere ya from, Sam?â€ť With pain in his voice Sam repliedâ€¦. â€śThe balcony.â€ť