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| Topic Started: Mar 4 2010, 07:38 PM (119 Views) | |
| Post #1 Mar 4 2010, 07:38 PM | Perry |
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An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas, leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat... He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail. As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?" The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance... never really wanted to." A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna' dance now," and started shooting at the old man's feet. The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet. Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied. When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon. The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barrelled shotgun, and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly. The silence was almost deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels. The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said, "Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"  The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir..... But... I've always wanted to." |
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| Post #2 Mar 10 2010, 10:35 AM | Joe E. Holman |
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Ah, haha! You know the other funny thing? There are people still today who believe that Texas still has cowboys and gunslingers and saloons with spittoons. Seriously. |
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| Post #3 Mar 11 2010, 03:11 AM | Bonzolee |
Dumbasses! Texas still having cowboys and gunslingers and saloons? Idiots can't tell the difference between Texas and Oklahoma! |
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"Brain disorders, like madness, are themselves contagious. The frequency of madness among doctors who are specialists for the mad is notorious." – Gustave Le Bon "The fact that audiences would rather go to Wonderland than face Iraq speaks volumes." – Random Youtube Poster | |
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| Post #4 Mar 11 2010, 07:19 AM | Joe E. Holman |
| Not joking. Lots and lots of northerners think we are dark-age fucks. |
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| Post #5 Mar 13 2010, 06:19 AM | Huxley |
Well when you end up having debates about what history to put in your text books and have more religius hicks per square mile - what do you expect? 
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