Three cowboys are sitting around a campfire, out on the lonesome prairie, each with the bravado for which cowboys are famous.

A night of tall tales begins.

The first says, I must be the meanest, toughest cowboy there is.

Why, just the other day, a bull got loose in the corral and gored six men before I wrestled it to the ground, by the horns, with my bare hands.

The second cant stand to be bested. Why thats nothing.

I was walking down the trail yesterday and a fifteen foot rattler slid out from under a rock and made a move for me.

I grabbed that snake with my bare hands, bit its head off and sucked the poison down in one gulp. And Im still here today.

The third cowboy, silent for a moment, then slowly rises, whips out his pecker and stirs the coals.