The Irishman told the bartender, “Bring me a glass of Les, please.”
“‘Les?’ Never heard of that one,” replied the barkeep.
“What? Sure you have.”
“No, really, I don’t stock it. What is it? Foreign beer?”
“Not sure,” replied the Irishman.
“My doctor mentioned it at my last physical. He told me to ‘Drink Les!’”
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Young Bill was courting Mabel, from the adjoining cattle ranch. One evening, as they sat on Bill’s porch watching the sun go down over the western hills, Bill spied his prize bull humping one of his cows. He sighed in contentment at this idyllic rural scene and figured the omens were right for him to put the move on Mabel.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Mabel, I’d sure like to do what that bull is doing.”
Mabel whispered back, “Go ahead. She’s your cow!”
