Ranch Wrangler Pillows

That's it...It's official. It's now an art installation!

'I love my cowboy, but gee does he stink: He only has a bath once a year...'

New Guy.

'Oh no, it's the Burkes! You stall them here while I go fix my hair and don't let them roam around. Remember, once you have cockroaches in your kitchen, you'll never get rid of them.'

"Give him time, - if anyone can break that swing set, it's O'l Tex."

High Riders of the Old West

"I've outgrown my backpack."

"Excuse me, but I believe you are in my seat."

'Just a couple more and we'll call it a day.'

'Hold on there Jethro! You know I don't tolerate that kind of horseplay in this joint.'

'There! Now he's tied to my satisfaction and ready for surgery!'

'No, go ahead and critique my mss. I'm always ok ... after the initial reaction.'

'Did you want me, boss?'

'Any stunt driving experience other than teaching three teen-agers to drive?'

'Well Alice. Now do you know what cull means?'

"Speed bumps have reduced stampede injuries."

'Don't forget. When this photo shoot is over I get a bucket of shiners.'

'I told him that's where we keep the keys to his ride.'

The first stock exchange - 'It's agreed then, one of my Longhorns for one of your holsteins.'

"What's the problem Cowboy? Never heard of Cattle Driving before?"

'No, I own the cattle. He's the vet!'

"Hitch up your horse, Tex. It's time for lunch."

Christo's greatest challenge.

"It's broken I'm afraid." "Will I be able to work?" "Depends. What do you do?" "Oh, I'm just a cowpoke for Circle 'Y' Ranch."

"No one is making you do anything you don't want. I'm just saying we're all headed for Dodge City and we think you should come along."

'Where do you see yourself not getting tenure in seven years?'

"If you roped your cowhand by mistake, turn to page 21..."

'Great! Everything's coming up roaches!'

"Being a post-doc for thirty years can really screw up your life."

'Old Doc gets tired after a hundred head or so, and we try to help him out.'

'Ace exterminators, can you kill cockroaches for me, please.'

As Farmer Ron wondered where his cows had gone, somebody started the truck.

Before baseball, raccooning enjoyed a brief stint as the national pastime.