A cowboy goes into a bar and orders a drink. After a while a beautiful woman sits down next to him.

After a couple of drinks the woman asks if he were a real cowboy.

The cowboy answers...well, when I get up in the morning, I put on my cowboy clothes, I then eat a cowboy breakfast, then I goes to work in a cowboy truck and work on a ranch.

At night I eat a cowboy dinner and sleep in a bunk house. So, I guess that makes me a real cowboy. After a while the cowboy asks about the woman. She replies, I'm a lesbian. When I get up in the morning I think about women, when I eat breakfast, I think about women. At work I think about women. At dinner, I think about women. Even when I go to bed, I think about women.

After a long while a couple come in a sit next to the cowboy and ask if he's a real cowboy.

After a long pause he answers, I thought I was until about an hour ago, but now I think that I'm a lesbian.