A Very Lonesome Cowboy: Clifford was a cowboy and was working on a ranch where his job was to stay in a cabin in the winter about 20 miles from the ranch headquarters. He was to keep a...

Robert J Samples Loc: Round Rock, Texas

Clifford was a cowboy and was working on a ranch where his job was to stay in a cabin in the winter about 20 miles from the ranch headquarters. He was to keep a sharp eye on the cattle in that area. About once a month the foreman would send a wagon out with food and any mail Clifford might receive.

To say that Clifford was lonely was an understatement. There were times when the snow was so deep he couldn’t even leave the cabin. His horse was stabled in a shed next to the cabin that Clifford bunked in. There were times when Clifford would get so desperate, he would go out and talk to his horse.

In January, the supply wagon had just dropped off his groceries and mail.
After he had put away all the canned goods and other food items, he carefully went through his mail. He had so much time when the snow was over two feet deep, he would read all the old newspapers from cover to cover, and his mail was the last thing he read.

Along about February, he saw there was going to be an early spring dance or Fandango to be held about twenty-five miles away in early March. He quickly got his calendar down and circled the date very carefully.
He decided he would try to go if there wasn’t too much snow still on the ground. Now it would be a long and tedious trip, but he was so desperate for human companionship, he would do his best to attend.

Since the supply wagon would be making more trips before the dance, he wrote himself a note to order some cologne and a new shirt so he would at least be presentable when he showed up at the dance. Now, Clifford was a tall and rugged-looking cowboy. The only problem was he had lost an eye in an accident years ago and the doctor had replaced his left eye with a wooden one. It wasn’t too noticeable unless you looked very closely.

Well, time passed by quite slowly, but finally, the time for the dance arrived. He dressed as best he could, but before that, had made the sacrifice of taking a bath. He had to melt a lot of snow in order to have enough water to have a bath, but it was worth the effort.

On the way, he kept trying to remember just how one did the two-step, and other dances. He had been long out of practice, he wasn’t sure he could still dance, but was sure going to give it a chance if there was a girl there who would dance with him.
Finally, he arrives at the ranch where the party was being held. He walks in leaving his hat and coat in the foyer and looks around the room. The dance had already begun but there was a short intermission so everyone could have a drink of punch. As the music starts up again, Clifford remains standing against the wall as other couples swirl and dance. He does see that there is one girl, sitting alone over against the opposite wall..
He tries to get up enough nerve to ask her for this dance. He had a hard job of convincing himself, but finally recalling how far he had ridden, how lonesome he had been, and so he finally walked across the floor and said to the young lady, “May I have this Dance?”
Now this young lady was a wall flower and did not have much experience in dancing, but she, like Clifford, was determined to dance and have a good time. She says, “Wouldn’t I?”
Poor Clifford, not clearly understanding her, reels back on his heels, points and says, “hair lip, hair lip”! Just Sayin…RJS

OJdidit Loc: Oak Creek Wisconsin

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JOS Loc: Florida

RJ:

Keep'em coming, that's an old one but a good one to say the least.

bknecht Loc: Northeast pa

Robert J Samples wrote:

Clifford was a cowboy and was working on a ranch where his job was to stay in a cabin in the winter about 20 miles from the ranch headquarters. He was to keep a sharp eye on the cattle in that area. About once a month the foreman would send a wagon out with food and any mail Clifford might receive.

To say that Clifford was lonely was an understatement. There were times when the snow was so deep he couldn’t even leave the cabin. His horse was stabled in a shed next to the cabin that Clifford bunked in. There were times when Clifford would get so desperate, he would go out and talk to his horse.

In January, the supply wagon had just dropped off his groceries and mail.
After he had put away all the canned goods and other food items, he carefully went through his mail. He had so much time when the snow was over two feet deep, he would read all the old newspapers from cover to cover, and his mail was the last thing he read.

Along about February, he saw there was going to be an early spring dance or Fandango to be held about twenty-five miles away in early March. He quickly got his calendar down and circled the date very carefully.
He decided he would try to go if there wasn’t too much snow still on the ground. Now it would be a long and tedious trip, but he was so desperate for human companionship, he would do his best to attend.

Since the supply wagon would be making more trips before the dance, he wrote himself a note to order some cologne and a new shirt so he would at least be presentable when he showed up at the dance. Now, Clifford was a tall and rugged-looking cowboy. The only problem was he had lost an eye in an accident years ago and the doctor had replaced his left eye with a wooden one. It wasn’t too noticeable unless you looked very closely.

Well, time passed by quite slowly, but finally, the time for the dance arrived. He dressed as best he could, but before that, had made the sacrifice of taking a bath. He had to melt a lot of snow in order to have enough water to have a bath, but it was worth the effort.

On the way, he kept trying to remember just how one did the two-step, and other dances. He had been long out of practice, he wasn’t sure he could still dance, but was sure going to give it a chance if there was a girl there who would dance with him.
Finally, he arrives at the ranch where the party was being held. He walks in leaving his hat and coat in the foyer and looks around the room. The dance had already begun but there was a short intermission so everyone could have a drink of punch. As the music starts up again, Clifford remains standing against the wall as other couples swirl and dance. He does see that there is one girl, sitting alone over against the opposite wall..
He tries to get up enough nerve to ask her for this dance. He had a hard job of convincing himself, but finally recalling how far he had ridden, how lonesome he had been, and so he finally walked across the floor and said to the young lady, “May I have this Dance?”
Now this young lady was a wall flower and did not have much experience in dancing, but she, like Clifford, was determined to dance and have a good time. She says, “Wouldn’t I?”
Poor Clifford, not clearly understanding her, reels back on his heels, points and says, “hair lip, hair lip”! Just Sayin…RJS

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Good one RJS, I’ve seen it before in a different context but you sure strung me along for the ride. Thank you sir.

plumbob Loc: New Windsor Maryland

Oldie but goodie.

The Outcast Loc: NE Michigan

Robert J Samples wrote:

Clifford was a cowboy and was working on a ranch where his job was to stay in a cabin in the winter about 20 miles from the ranch headquarters. He was to keep a sharp eye on the cattle in that area. About once a month the foreman would send a wagon out with food and any mail Clifford might receive.

To say that Clifford was lonely was an understatement. There were times when the snow was so deep he couldn’t even leave the cabin. His horse was stabled in a shed next to the cabin that Clifford bunked in. There were times when Clifford would get so desperate, he would go out and talk to his horse.

In January, the supply wagon had just dropped off his groceries and mail.
After he had put away all the canned goods and other food items, he carefully went through his mail. He had so much time when the snow was over two feet deep, he would read all the old newspapers from cover to cover, and his mail was the last thing he read.

Along about February, he saw there was going to be an early spring dance or Fandango to be held about twenty-five miles away in early March. He quickly got his calendar down and circled the date very carefully.
He decided he would try to go if there wasn’t too much snow still on the ground. Now it would be a long and tedious trip, but he was so desperate for human companionship, he would do his best to attend.

Since the supply wagon would be making more trips before the dance, he wrote himself a note to order some cologne and a new shirt so he would at least be presentable when he showed up at the dance. Now, Clifford was a tall and rugged-looking cowboy. The only problem was he had lost an eye in an accident years ago and the doctor had replaced his left eye with a wooden one. It wasn’t too noticeable unless you looked very closely.

Well, time passed by quite slowly, but finally, the time for the dance arrived. He dressed as best he could, but before that, had made the sacrifice of taking a bath. He had to melt a lot of snow in order to have enough water to have a bath, but it was worth the effort.

On the way, he kept trying to remember just how one did the two-step, and other dances. He had been long out of practice, he wasn’t sure he could still dance, but was sure going to give it a chance if there was a girl there who would dance with him.
Finally, he arrives at the ranch where the party was being held. He walks in leaving his hat and coat in the foyer and looks around the room. The dance had already begun but there was a short intermission so everyone could have a drink of punch. As the music starts up again, Clifford remains standing against the wall as other couples swirl and dance. He does see that there is one girl, sitting alone over against the opposite wall..
He tries to get up enough nerve to ask her for this dance. He had a hard job of convincing himself, but finally recalling how far he had ridden, how lonesome he had been, and so he finally walked across the floor and said to the young lady, “May I have this Dance?”
Now this young lady was a wall flower and did not have much experience in dancing, but she, like Clifford, was determined to dance and have a good time. She says, “Wouldn’t I?”
Poor Clifford, not clearly understanding her, reels back on his heels, points and says, “hair lip, hair lip”! Just Sayin…RJS

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HenryG Loc: Falmouth Cape Cod Massachusetts

Robert J Samples wrote:

Clifford was a cowboy and was working on a ranch where his job was to stay in a cabin in the winter about 20 miles from the ranch headquarters. He was to keep a sharp eye on the cattle in that area. About once a month the foreman would send a wagon out with food and any mail Clifford might receive.

To say that Clifford was lonely was an understatement. There were times when the snow was so deep he couldn’t even leave the cabin. His horse was stabled in a shed next to the cabin that Clifford bunked in. There were times when Clifford would get so desperate, he would go out and talk to his horse.

In January, the supply wagon had just dropped off his groceries and mail.
After he had put away all the canned goods and other food items, he carefully went through his mail. He had so much time when the snow was over two feet deep, he would read all the old newspapers from cover to cover, and his mail was the last thing he read.

Along about February, he saw there was going to be an early spring dance or Fandango to be held about twenty-five miles away in early March. He quickly got his calendar down and circled the date very carefully.
He decided he would try to go if there wasn’t too much snow still on the ground. Now it would be a long and tedious trip, but he was so desperate for human companionship, he would do his best to attend.

Since the supply wagon would be making more trips before the dance, he wrote himself a note to order some cologne and a new shirt so he would at least be presentable when he showed up at the dance. Now, Clifford was a tall and rugged-looking cowboy. The only problem was he had lost an eye in an accident years ago and the doctor had replaced his left eye with a wooden one. It wasn’t too noticeable unless you looked very closely.

Well, time passed by quite slowly, but finally, the time for the dance arrived. He dressed as best he could, but before that, had made the sacrifice of taking a bath. He had to melt a lot of snow in order to have enough water to have a bath, but it was worth the effort.

On the way, he kept trying to remember just how one did the two-step, and other dances. He had been long out of practice, he wasn’t sure he could still dance, but was sure going to give it a chance if there was a girl there who would dance with him.
Finally, he arrives at the ranch where the party was being held. He walks in leaving his hat and coat in the foyer and looks around the room. The dance had already begun but there was a short intermission so everyone could have a drink of punch. As the music starts up again, Clifford remains standing against the wall as other couples swirl and dance. He does see that there is one girl, sitting alone over against the opposite wall..
He tries to get up enough nerve to ask her for this dance. He had a hard job of convincing himself, but finally recalling how far he had ridden, how lonesome he had been, and so he finally walked across the floor and said to the young lady, “May I have this Dance?”
Now this young lady was a wall flower and did not have much experience in dancing, but she, like Clifford, was determined to dance and have a good time. She says, “Wouldn’t I?”
Poor Clifford, not clearly understanding her, reels back on his heels, points and says, “hair lip, hair lip”! Just Sayin…RJS

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🤪👍 Your on a roll today Mr Samples thanks👌🙂

Grandpa Knows How Loc: OC, California

That was so long, I should have brought a lunch with me before I started reading it.

Robert J Samples Loc: Round Rock, Texas

My apologies, Sir: I felt I had to disguise such an old joke as this one. Sorry to have caused you stress for reading all the 'fluff' I added to disguise it. Just Sayin...RJS

Grandpa Knows How Loc: OC, California

No stress, I just needed a little lunch.