A Funny Thing Happened.....
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Never disrepect an old man-
An old miner shuffles into town leading his old mule. He's hot, tired and very thirsty so he head's to the nearest watering hole to rinse the dust out of his throat.
Inside he begins to throw back a beer when a young cowpoke struts up to him and ask him if he liked to dance. "No", says the old miner "I'm too old and my feet hurt!"
"I guess you're gonna learn now" sneers the cowpoke as he draws his big leg iron and proceeds to spray lead at the old man's feet. The old miner figures he better get shuffling or get a toe or two blown off, so he began to hop and skittle around the floor hollering that he "always wanted to learn to dance anyway."
When the cowpoke's shooting iron was empty he walked away with a swagger, laughing with his pals about how tough he was, and what a sniveling little slob the old miner was.
The old miner walks out to his mule and grabs his 12-guage double barrell scatter gun and walks back into the saloon. Very slowly he walks up to the cowpoke's poker table and draws back the hammers on the old hand cannon. Everything turns dead cold stone silent, and all the young cowpokes in the room look very nervous.
"What do you want old man" stutters the young cowpoke, now just a tad nervous looking down the business end of the 12 guage.
"How'd you like to go out and kiss an old mule on the lips?" growls the old miner as he raises the shotgun a little higher.
"No problem" whines the now shaken cowpoke, "I always wanted to kiss a mule on the lips anyway!"
The moral of the story- old age and treachery will always trump youth and strength! And show a little respect for the old guys!
And old mules don't use mouthwash either
An old miner shuffles into town leading his old mule. He's hot, tired and very thirsty so he head's to the nearest watering hole to rinse the dust out of his throat.
Inside he begins to throw back a beer when a young cowpoke struts up to him and ask him if he liked to dance. "No", says the old miner "I'm too old and my feet hurt!"
"I guess you're gonna learn now" sneers the cowpoke as he draws his big leg iron and proceeds to spray lead at the old man's feet. The old miner figures he better get shuffling or get a toe or two blown off, so he began to hop and skittle around the floor hollering that he "always wanted to learn to dance anyway."
When the cowpoke's shooting iron was empty he walked away with a swagger, laughing with his pals about how tough he was, and what a sniveling little slob the old miner was.
The old miner walks out to his mule and grabs his 12-guage double barrell scatter gun and walks back into the saloon. Very slowly he walks up to the cowpoke's poker table and draws back the hammers on the old hand cannon. Everything turns dead cold stone silent, and all the young cowpokes in the room look very nervous.
"What do you want old man" stutters the young cowpoke, now just a tad nervous looking down the business end of the 12 guage.
"How'd you like to go out and kiss an old mule on the lips?" growls the old miner as he raises the shotgun a little higher.
"No problem" whines the now shaken cowpoke, "I always wanted to kiss a mule on the lips anyway!"
The moral of the story- old age and treachery will always trump youth and strength! And show a little respect for the old guys!
And old mules don't use mouthwash either
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