A man walked into a bar looking like he’d lost all hope. “Six double brandies,” he told the bartender.
“Bad news?” the bartender asked.
The man nodded. “Just found out my father is gay.”
The next day, he was back, ordering the same thing.
“Don’t tell me—more bad news?” the bartender said.
The man groaned. “Now my son is gay too.”
When he returned a third time, the bartender couldn’t hold back. “Is there anyone in your family who’s into women?”
The man finished his drink in one gulp. “My wife,” he muttered.
Meanwhile, at another bar, an old cowboy struck up a conversation.
“What’s your story?” the bartender asked.
“I’m a cowboy,” the man said proudly. “Ride horses, herd cattle—the whole deal.”
A woman sat beside him and announced she was a lesbian.
When the bartender asked what that meant, she explained, “I spend my days thinking about women.”
Later, the cowboy walked into a different bar.
“What do you do?” the new bartender asked.
The old man scratched his head. “Well, this morning I was a cowboy. But after some thinking… I might be a lesbian.”
