Just got back from down at the Dry Gulch Saloon on my trusty steed "jeep". Had'a ride off to town for supplies and ammunition. An old sidewinder stand'n at the bar gave me a look when I strude in an ordered me up a shot of "cup'o". A crusty look'n feller with sunken beady eyes. Long greasy black hair, "whiskey" scars on his head and bakkie juice run'n down his chin. He says..."what ya look'n at...stranger". Well ya probably know where this is going......
You probably said "What are you looking at punk?" and began to pummel him.
ReplyDeleteYou turned toward the mangy varmit and said "Do You Feel Lucky, Punk?"
ReplyDeleteNo, you said "Go Ahead. Make My Day"
ReplyDeleteLol!!!
ReplyDeleteNo it was "I'm looking at a scruffy looking Nurf herder!" to which he replied "I'm not a Nurf herder!"
ReplyDeleteLol!!!!
ReplyDeleteI was in the bar too, but I was hiding behind the piano player at the first sight of trouble. I didnt see what happend next
ReplyDeleteLug Nut raced in and ripped him a new one!
ReplyDeleteahhhh Ya realized you were looking in a mirror and talking to yourself!~
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