An old man walked into a bar, ordered a drink, and struck up a conversation with the bartender.
“So, what do you do for a living?” the bartender asked.
“Well, son,” the old man replied, “I’m a cowboy.”
The bartender’s eyes lit up. “No kidding! What does a cowboy do?”
The old man chuckled. “I work on a ranch—ride horses, herd cattle, take care of the land and animals. It’s a simple life, but a good one.”
Just then, a beautiful woman sat down next to him and ordered a drink.
The bartender turned to her. “And what do you do?”
She smiled. “I’m a lesbian.”
The bartender scratched his head. “Interesting. What exactly does a lesbian do?”
The woman leaned in. “Well, I wake up thinking about women. I eat breakfast thinking about women. Honestly, I spend my whole day thinking about women.”
The bartender nodded. “Fascinating.”
Later, the old man left and wandered into another bar.
The new bartender asked, “So, what do you do?”
The old man took a sip of his beer and sighed. “This morning, I was a cowboy. But now? I think I might be a lesbian.”
