A cowboy strolls into town
on his horse, Fireball, and goes straight to the saloon. He drinks straight
whiskey for a few hours, never moving except to take another drink. When he's
done he gets up and walks out of the saloon.
He immediately runs back
in and yells, "Alright! Who took Fireball?" But nobody makes a noise.
He continues, "Okay,
I'm gonna give y'all to the count of three, then we're gonna have a repeat of
what happened back in '71."
"ONE!" He pauses
and nobody moves a muscle.
"TWO!" Everybody
braces for impending doom.
"Here it comes...
THR..."
He is interrupted by a man
in the saloon. "Wait! It was just a joke, mister! Your horse is right out
back!” Then he adds, “By the way, what happened in '71?"
The cowboy looks him dead
in the eye and says,
"I had to walk
home."
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