An Australian and a Texan were at a bull sale.
The Aussie cattleman had barely given a firm handshake when the Texan rancher in the big hat started his running commentary.
“Mah cows drop a perfect calf each and every year,” the Texan said.
The Aussie slowly waved his solid hard hands slowly across his face to shoo a fly that may or may not be there.
The Texan continued: “Mah bulls have so much vigour, I’ve gotta tell them to slow down.”
The Aussie tilted his battered Akubra just slightly as his eyes narrowed against the gleam of the Texan’s big mouth of perfect teeth.
“And mah ranch is so big it takes me a week to ride the boundaries on mah horse.”
The Aussie stared into the distance and his weathered lips barely moved as he spoke.
“Yeah, I once had a horse that slow.”
(Anyone want to contribute an updated version, this time with a Chinese cattle property buyer?)