Divided by a common language.

A Texan meets an Englishman in a Pub, and asks him to explain what an English conundrum is.

Well, says the Englishman, imagine a crossroads, where a young lady is waiting for her intended.

Approaching the junction are four men. One is a pedestrian, one rides a moped, one drives a car, and the fourth rides a horse.

Which one is she waiting for?

Dunno says the Texan, you tell me.

It's the Horseman, replies the Englishman.

How'd ya work that out?

Simple, smiles the Englishman.

Because the horse manure.

The Texan goes back to his friends and announces that he has just heard a conundrum.

It's like this he says,

There's this purty li'l filly stood by an intersection waiting for her fella.

Along the freeway there's this guy on foot. Coming the opposite way is a biker. A guy driving an auto is next, and on the last one rides a cowboy.

The question is, which guy gets the gal.

His friends have no idea.

Which one is it? They ask.

I'll tell ya says the Texan.

It’s the cowboy.

How do you figure that, they ask?

He replies,

The answer is hoss-shit …..

but I'm danged if I know why.