redhare
08-18-2005, 07:52 PM
Black Bart, the dog, came a ridin' into town on his black horse. He ties up in front of the saloon, dismounts and pushes the double-doors open. Slowly, he walks through the midst of the fearful silence and hops up to the bar. Breaking the silence, Black Bart orders, "Bartender, gimme a whisky." The bartender replies "We don't serve your kind here. We don't serve dogs." A muffled gasp comes from the other cowboys in the the saloon. Black Bart continues, "Bartender, I said I want a whisky, and I want it NOW!" The bartender repeats that he won't serve the dog and adds, "If you don't get out of here, I am gonna shoot you!" Unaffected, Black Bart repeats one final time "Bartender, I want that whisky!" And with that, the bartender says, "I warned you, dog!" and shoots him in the foot. Black Bart falls off the stool, hobbles out of the bar and down to the rooming house where he is staying. He goes up to his room, wraps his wounded foot in a black bandana, puts on his black chaps, straps on his black holster, affixes his black hat, then limps back toward the saloon. Throwing open the double-door, Black Bart stands in the doorway and proclaims ...
"I'm a lookin' for the man who shot my paw!"
"I'm a lookin' for the man who shot my paw!"