This simple good ol' Texas boy is in a bar trying to put the make on his sexy barmaid. "Honey, I shore would liketa ask ya down to the house so's we could pitch a little woo!".
She eyes him and says, "Look hon, you're nice, but I'm afraid your just not my type. I'm from South Beach in Miami, if you get my drift".
He says "Hell, missy, that's okay, my Poppa don't mind me datin' foriegnurrs."
"No," she says, "You don't understand... see that gorgeous blonde sitting alone over there?".
"Yup."
"Well, I'd like nothing more than to saunter over to her, gently caress her neck, nibble her earlobe, feel her firm body in my embrace. You see, I'm a Lesbian."
The ol' boy is weeping into his upraised hand, covering his face.
"What's the matter, fella, it's not your fault."
"He sniffles, " Its, jjuusst thatttt.... AW, HELL, I think I'm a Lesbian, too!!!!" |
