A New York family bought a ranch out West where they intended to raise cattle.
Friends visited and asked if the ranch had a name."
Well," said the would-be cattleman, "I wanted to name it the Bar-J.
My wife favored Suzy-Q, one son like the Flying-W, and the other wanted the Lazy-Y.
So we're calling it the Bar-J-Suzy-Q-Flying-W-Lazy-Y."
"But where are all your cattle?"
the friends asked."
None survived the branding."
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