Red River Tom
Three cowboys were seated around the campfire out on the lonesome sagebrush prairie with the pride for which these men were famous. It was a night of bravado, rot gut whiskey and a night of tall tales.
Frank, the hand from Wyoming says, "I must be the strongest, meanest, toughest cowboy there is. Why, just the other day, a bull got loose in the corral. It had gored six men before I wrestled it to the ground by the horns with my bare hands and castrated that sucker with my teeth."
Snake River Ben, from Idaho, couldn't stand to be bested. "That's nothing. I was walking down the trail yesterday and a 15 foot diamondback rattler slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I grabbed that bastard with my bare hands, bit off its head, and sucked the poison down in one gulp and didn't even get a belly ache."
Old Red River Tom, the cowboy from Texas, remained silent, slowly stirring the campfire coals with his pecker.
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