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Benjamin Senghore <[log in to unmask]>
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A sheep herder in Texas

A sheep herder made it in to San Antonio, Texas, after 10 years in the
bush.
He found a saloon and approached the bar tender. He told the bartender "I
need a woman."

The bartender said, "There are women all over San Antone for a price."

The sheep herder replied, "Just any woman won't do. I ain't fucked nothin'
but goats 'n sheep for the last ten years. They got cockle burrs 'n
mesquite
thorns around their pussy and my old dick is tough with calluses on it, and

I need a good tough piece of ass."

So the bartender tells him, "Well, you're in luck. The toughest broad in
all
San Antonio has a room right up stairs." The bartender picks up the phone
contacts
the lady, explains the situation, and tells the sheep herder to go on up.

The sheep herder gets a small ice bucket with two Lone Star long necks
(the favorite brew in San Atone), and proceeds up the stairs. When he gets
to the room he says, "The barkeep told me you are the toughest broad in
town."

The lady is livid, and says, "Well he's a lyin' son of a bitch. I'm the
toughest
broad in Texas, and probably in the whole United States."

Excitedly, the sheep herder says, "Well, you're just what I'm looking for.
He then turned and leaned over to set the bucket of beer on the coffee
table.

Just then, the woman threw her skirt up around her waist and bent over and
grabbed her ankles. Her brown eye was looking him right in the eyeball.

A bit surprised, the sheep herder says, "Damn, baby. I know you're tough,
but I don't wanna do ya that way."

To which the wench replies, "I thought you wanted to open your damn beers."



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