Cliff Rogers
11th December 2006, 10:30 AM
An old prospector walks his tired old mule into a western town one day.
He'd been out in the desert for about six months without a drop of whiskey.
He walked up to the first saloon he came to and tied his old mule to the hitching rail.
As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a gunslinger walked out of the saloon.
He had a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other hand. He looked at the old man and laughed.
Then he said, "Hey old man have you ever danced?"
The old man looked up at him and said, "Nope, never had a hankering to dance."
A crowd had gathered by then and the gunslinger said,
"Well you old fool you're gonna dance now," and he started shooting at the old man's feet.
The old man was hopping around and everybody was laughing.
He fired his last bullet, holstered his gun and turned around to go back in the saloon.
The old man reached up on the mule, pulled his Sharps rifle outa the saddle scabbard, eased the hammer back making a loud click. The gunslinger heard this, then everything got quiet.
He turned around and was looking down the end of a barrel that was bigger than a stovepipe aimed right at his stomach!
The old man asked him, "Did you ever kiss a mule right square on the a$$hole??
The gunslinger swallowed hard, then said, "No, but I've always wanted to!"
He'd been out in the desert for about six months without a drop of whiskey.
He walked up to the first saloon he came to and tied his old mule to the hitching rail.
As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a gunslinger walked out of the saloon.
He had a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other hand. He looked at the old man and laughed.
Then he said, "Hey old man have you ever danced?"
The old man looked up at him and said, "Nope, never had a hankering to dance."
A crowd had gathered by then and the gunslinger said,
"Well you old fool you're gonna dance now," and he started shooting at the old man's feet.
The old man was hopping around and everybody was laughing.
He fired his last bullet, holstered his gun and turned around to go back in the saloon.
The old man reached up on the mule, pulled his Sharps rifle outa the saddle scabbard, eased the hammer back making a loud click. The gunslinger heard this, then everything got quiet.
He turned around and was looking down the end of a barrel that was bigger than a stovepipe aimed right at his stomach!
The old man asked him, "Did you ever kiss a mule right square on the a$$hole??
The gunslinger swallowed hard, then said, "No, but I've always wanted to!"