The Gay Chicken dance
Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 6:39 pm
"Hey Mary would you post this BTB for me RJodin"...Now Hear This Ladies and Gentlemen, Bob259 is so afraid of the 2000 honor of having gay chickens dancing, that he has asked me to post the following: ( I feel that in his obvious avoidance of the fine colorful friends that he be required to go the extra mile for them, and immediately at 1999 posts have the colorful chick's added and have to go at least to another ten at the end of the 2500 before he achieves the platinum spinners.BTW he is older than I am so maybe I should kiss his mule.)
Have You Ever Danced?
An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio,
Texas leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for
the only saloon in town, to clear 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 did dance...
never really wanted to."
A crowd had gathered as 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, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping
around like a flea on a hot skillet.
Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied.
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
man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, and
cocked both hammers.
The loud 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 silence was almost deafening. The crowd watched
as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes
of those twin barrels.
The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he
quietly said, "Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"
The gunslinger 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!
Have You Ever Danced?
An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio,
Texas leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for
the only saloon in town, to clear 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 did dance...
never really wanted to."
A crowd had gathered as 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, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping
around like a flea on a hot skillet.
Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied.
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
man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, and
cocked both hammers.
The loud 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 silence was almost deafening. The crowd watched
as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes
of those twin barrels.
The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he
quietly said, "Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"
The gunslinger 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!
