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The other day a judge here in California said that two gay people can now get married, and this whole city went nuts.

Technically they were already married, but then a bunch of people voted to annul their marriage without even getting to know them. Then the judge, who got to know them, decided that they should just go ahead and stay married.

Seriously, we were sitting here in our room in The Soma District of San Francisco, which is like a mile or something from The Castro District, and we could hear The Castro District partying well into the night.

Coffeesister and I don’t blame them.

This is because we remember the story of the grizzled old cowboy who was sitting at the bar, nursing a Coors.

In walks this beautiful blonde, who plops right down beside him. This is what she looked like..

Yes, by golly she DOES bear a resemblance to actress Jaime Pressly!

This is what the cowboy looked like..

Yes, by gosh he DOES bear a resemblance to actor Sam Elliot! This is because we always picture Sam Elliot and Jaime Pressly in our heads whenever we tell this old joke.

So, this blonde, who is NOT actress Jaime Pressly, looks the cowboy up and down then says..

“Hi there, stranger! What are you?”

The old fella looks her up and down, then politely replies..

“Well Ma’am, I’m a cowboy.”

She’s taken aback! A look of surprise crosses her pretty face as she says..

“REALLY! A COWBOY! What on earth do you do?”

He’s taken aback himself at the thought of someone who never heard of a cowboy, but he takes into account that she’s a blonde and continues politely..

“Well Ma’am, I round-up cows and get them to market. I do this on a horse with the help of other cowboys and we herd the cows along until they get sold, then folks turn them into steaks and burgers. Now what about you, Ma’am?”

“Me? Oh, I’m a Lesbian!” She cheerfully replies.

“Really? Now what in tar-nation is THAT, if I may ask?”

She flashes him a cute smile.

“I like women! I like to make-out with them and touch them, and smell their lovely hair! I like to feel their soft, beautiful skin and kiss them on their succulent lips. I like to make love with them all night long, and I even have a woman for a girlfriend.. we’re in love and getting married!”

She finished off her drink with a flourish and gave the old geezer a light, playful kiss on the cheek.

“It was nice talking to you, cowboy! Have a wonderful day!”

He watched intently as she sashayed out of the bar, passing the circus clown who came in at that moment, taking the newly vacated bar stool next to the old cowboy.

The circus clown, who bore a startling resemblance to a circus clown, looked the old cowhand up and down, then said in a squeaky voice..

“Hello there, scruffy old man! What are you?”

The cowboy looked thoughtful as he puzzled over this for a moment or two, then he turned to the clown with a wistful look in his eye..

“Well, up until a few minutes ago I thought I was a cowboy. But I guess it turns out I’m a Lesbian!”

So, for the record, we here at The Rhodester Chronicles hereby state that we are Lesbians, and as such we support other Lesbians.

GO SISTERS!

Oh, okay.. we support the gay guys too.

GO BROTHERS!

This is because we agree with the judge, who basically said, “It shouldn’t be allowed for a majority of voters to decide moral issues for citizens,” which is a really loose paraphrase because we’re too excited about being Lesbians to go look it up.

We mean, when you think about it, what if they put murder on the ballot and left it up to the voters, so all of a sudden a bunch of murderous thugs stopped selling crack long enough to go register for the vote and then subsequently shot down the law we have against murder, so then afterward they go around murdering everyone and there’s not a darned thing anyone can do about it?

We don’t think we’d like that very much.

So that’s why we didn’t like that proposition 8 here in California. It was a whole bunch of people deciding that another bunch couldn’t do a certain thing, which the first bunch could do, by the way.

We’re glad the judge ruled the way he did while at the same time being kind of sad that morality has to be left up to a judge, or a panel of judges in some cases, but that’s the society we live in.

We’re going to go pop open another Coors now, then ask Jaime Pressly out on a date.

OOPS.. forgot she’s married.

How wonderful for her!

And now a whole bunch of other folks..

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