A depressed man walks into a bar and sits down.

A depressed man walks into a bar and orders six double brandies, telling the bartender he just found out his dad is gay; the next day, he returns, more downcast, revealing his son is gay too, and on the third day, completely defeated, he admits the only woman in his family is his wife, prompting the bartender’s worried question about any women in the family.

Meanwhile, an old man strolls into a bar, introduces himself as a cowboy who cares for a ranch and its animals, then watches as a beautiful woman sits beside him and reveals she’s a lesbian—thinking about women all day long.

Later, the old man moves to another bar, orders a beer, and admits, “This morning I was a cowboy, but now I think I’m a lesbian!”

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