A lonely reporter, sent out west to cover the
goldrush, walked into a small town bar. He asked
one of the local prospectors seated at the bar
what they did for female companionship.

"We f*ck sheep," the fellow replied.

After verifying that the few local saloon girls
were indeed so ugly that sheep looked good, he
resolved to remain celibate. But after several
months he broke down and went out and cornered a
nice sheep and took it to his hotel room to wine
and bed it. The next day when he took his
4-legged concubine to the bar for a drink,
everybody stared at him like he was crazy.

"You goddamn bunch of hypocrites!" he shouted,
"You've been f*cking sheep for years, and now
that I have gone as low as you, you all stare at
me like I'm a crazy pervert!"

A cowboy in the back of the room then spoke up,
"But tenderfoot, that's the sheriff's gal!"