moparstuart
Well-Known Member
old prospector
An old prospector...................
An old prospector shuffled into town leading an old tired mule. The
old man headed straight for the only saloon in town to quench his
parched throat. He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to
the hitch rail. As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his
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 man and laughed, saying,
"Hey, old man -- have you ever danced?"
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never danced,
and I've never wanted too." A crowd had gathered quickly and the gunslinger
grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now," and started
shooting at the old man's feet. The old prospector, in order not to get a
toe blown off or his boots perforated, was soon hopping around like a flea
on a hot skillet and everybody was laughing fit to bust. When the last bullet
had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and
turned around to go back into the saloon.
The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun
and cocked both hammers back. The loud, audible double clicks carried clearly
through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young
gunslinger heard the sounds, too, and he turned around very slowly.
The quiet was almost deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman
stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels.
He found it hard to swallow. The barrel of the shotgun never wavered in the
old man's hands.
The old man said, "Son, did you ever kiss a mule's ass?"
The young bully swallowed hard and said, "No sir, but I've always wanted to."
There are two lessons for us all here:
1. Don't waste ammunition.
2. Don't mess with old people. I just love a story with a happy ending...... ..
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An old prospector...................
An old prospector shuffled into town leading an old tired mule. The
old man headed straight for the only saloon in town to quench his
parched throat. He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to
the hitch rail. As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his
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 man and laughed, saying,
"Hey, old man -- have you ever danced?"
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never danced,
and I've never wanted too." A crowd had gathered quickly and the gunslinger
grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now," and started
shooting at the old man's feet. The old prospector, in order not to get a
toe blown off or his boots perforated, was soon hopping around like a flea
on a hot skillet and everybody was laughing fit to bust. When the last bullet
had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and
turned around to go back into the saloon.
The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun
and cocked both hammers back. The loud, audible double clicks carried clearly
through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young
gunslinger heard the sounds, too, and he turned around very slowly.
The quiet was almost deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman
stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels.
He found it hard to swallow. The barrel of the shotgun never wavered in the
old man's hands.
The old man said, "Son, did you ever kiss a mule's ass?"
The young bully swallowed hard and said, "No sir, but I've always wanted to."
There are two lessons for us all here:
1. Don't waste ammunition.
2. Don't mess with old people. I just love a story with a happy ending...... ..
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