A Montana cowboy walks into a bar he hadn't frequented in years:

Blind Bartender: Bob, how the hell you've been?
Bob: How the hell did you know it was me when all us black dudes smell alike?
Blind Bartender: Yeah, but only one smells like the biggest, unabashed faggot who's even entered this bar. Let me buy you a drink, old friend. Is it still freshly squeezed squirrel piss on the rocks or have you gone erotica on my ass?
Bob: It's goin' erotica on your ass as to why I'm in town, and yes, it's still squirrel piss on the rocks. Shaken, not stirred.