A Texan rancher gets visited by his cousin from California.

After some friendly catching up the cousin asks him, „if there were any quiet spots in the area where one might be able to smoke a blunt in peace“. The rancher answers „sure, you can go over there, near the cow pasture is a nice bench you can sit on“ His cousin thanks him and the rancher goes to run some errands. As he comes back he sees his neighbors standing around and as he comes closer he sees his cousin standing on the fence, screaming at the cows: „you’re all black! Black!!“ One of his neighbors asks the rancher: „what in tarnation is he doing? do you know this lunatic?“ The rancher answers: „ that’s my cousin. And he’s not a lunatic. It’s not his fault; it’s the pot calling the cattle black.“