A cowpoke walks into a bar and orders whiskey. As the barman pours, he looks around at the empty barroom. "Where is everybody?" he asks.
"Gone to the hangin'," says the bartender.
"Hangin'? Who they hangin'?"
"Brown Paper Pete."
"Why do they call him that?"
"Well," the bartender says, "his hat's made of brown paper, his jacket's made of brown paper and even his jeans're made of brown paper."
"Really?" says the cowboy. "Well, what're they hangin' him fer?"
"Rustlin'."
No comments:
Post a Comment