AN OLD WOMAN WALKED UP AND
TIED HER OLD MULE TO THE HITCHING POST.
AS SHE STOOD THERE, BRUSHING
SOME OF THE DUST FROM HER 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 WOMAN AND LAUGHED, "HEY OLD WOMAN,
HAVE YOU EVER DANCED?"
THE OLD WOMAN 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 BAG,
YOU'RE GONNA DANCE NOW," AND STARTED
SHOOTING AT THE OLD WOMAN'S FEET.
THE OLD WOMAN PROSPECTOR --
NOT WANTING TO GET HER TOE BLOWN OFF -
-STARTED HOPPING AROUND.
EVERYBODY WAS LAUGHING. 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 WOMAN TURNED TO HER PACK MULE, PULLED
OUT A DOUBLE-BARRELED SHOTGUN,
AND COCKED BOTH HAMMERS.
THE LOUD CLICKS CARRIED CLEARLY THROUGH
THE DESERT AIR, AND 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 WOMAN AND THE
LARGE GAPING HOLES OF THOSE TWIN BARRELS.
THE BARRELS OF THE SHOTGUN NEVER WAVERED
IN THE OLD WOMAN'S HANDS, AS SHE QUIETLY SAID,
IN THE OLD WOMAN'S HANDS, AS SHE QUIETLY SAID,
"SON, HAVE YOU EVER KISSED A MULE'S ASS?"
THE GUNSLINGER SWALLOWED HARD
AND SAID, "NO M'AM...
BUT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO.
THERE ARE FIVE LESSONS HERE FOR ALL OF US:
1 - Never be arrogant.
2 - Don't waste ammunition.
3 - Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
4 - Always make sure you know who has the power.
5 - Don't mess with old people;
they didn't get old by being stupid.
Where did Noah keep his bees?
In the Ark hives.
What do you call a girl with an hourglass figure?
A waist of time.
I've got a phobia of over-engineered buildings.
It's a complex complex complex.
When does a joke become a Dad joke?
When it's fully groan.
I tried to sue the airline for misplacing my luggage.
I lost my case.
Why did the Mexican take Xanax?
For Hispanic attacks.
Will glass coffins be a success?
Remains to be seen.
My friend Steve drowned, so at the funeral we got him a wreath in the shape of a lifebelt.
Well, it's what he would have wanted.
Did you hear about the pessimist who hates German sausage?
He always fears the Wurst.
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