Yeah, I thought of that too, Art, but I bet Joe has too many nice bones in his body to say that about your neat two dog tail.
As I recall, the guys on the trail all hate to cook, so they make a rule that the next one to complain about the cookin' gets to take over the job. Which works out fine, except for the cowboy who was the cook when the rule came down. So after a while on the job, with the food getting worse and worse, and no one saying anythin', he's getting pretty frustrated. And then, one day as he's cookin' up the soup, he notices all these cow chips, just lying around, not doing anything, and he has an inspiration.
Most of the crew manages to choke down the soup, but the last guy in ladles himself out a bowl and with a howl, spits out his mouthful of soup, and yells, "This soup tastes like s**t!
Everyone turns and looks at him, and he realizes what he's done, and adds, "....good, though."
Blessings,
Barbara