An old prospector walked his tired old mule into a western town one day. He'd been out in the desert for about six months with nary a drop of whiskey.
He walked up to the first saloon he came to and tied his mule to the rail. As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his clothes, a young gunslinger walked out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
The gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, 'Hey old man, have you ever danced?'
The prospector looked up at him and said, 'No, I never did dance. I just never wanted to.'
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 prospector was hopping around and everybody was laughing. After the gunslinger fired his last bullet, he holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.
The old prospector reached over to the mule, drew out his shotgun, and pulled both hammers back making a loud clicking sound. Somehow everything got very quiet.
The crowd watched as the gunslinger slowly turned around and looked down the barrels of the shotgun.
The old man said to the gunslinger, 'Tell me, son. Have you ever kissed a mule's ass?'
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