The bartender raises an eyebrow. “Rough day?”

“You could say that,” the man sighs. “I just found out my dad is gay.”

The next day, the same man returns, looking even more dejected. He orders another six double brandies.

The bartender shakes his head. “Back again? What happened this time?”

With a deep sigh, the man replies, “I just found out my son is gay too.”

On the third day, the man stumbles in once more, looking completely defeated. Again, he orders six double brandies.

The bartender, now genuinely concerned, leans in and asks, “Jeez, man… does anyone in your family like women?”

The man downs his drink and mutters, “Yeah… my wife.”

The old man walks into a bar, sits down, and orders a beer.

The bartender serves his beer and then asks him, “So what do you do?”

The old man replies, “Well, sir, I’m a cowboy.”

“Wow,” said the bartender, “what exactly does a cowboy do?”

“Well, sir, I work on a ranch all day, I ride horses and herd cattle, I take care of the land, and all the animals on the ranch.”

“That’s very interesting,” said the bartender.

After a while, a beautiful woman walks into the bar, sits down next to the cowboy, and orders a drink.

“Well,” said the bartender. “What do you do?”

With the old man listening in the woman says, “Well, sir, I’m a lesbian.”

“Interesting,” said the bartender, “what exactly is a lesbian?

“Well, I wake up in the morning thinking about women. I eat breakfast thinking about women. I go through my day thinking about women. I’m constantly thinking about women.”

“Interesting,” says the bartender.

Some time passes and the old man leaves that bar and goes to another bar.

He sits down and orders a beer and the bartender says, “So, sir, what do you do?”

The old man looks at him and says, “Well, this morning I was a cowboy, but to tell you the truth now I think I’m a lesbian!”