Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 23:11:22 -0400
From: Copy Dog
Subject: BLAGUES-L: Who stole my horse?


Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 22:53:42 -0700 
From: E.W. Smith 

From my lawyer friend Basil of Edmonton AB. 

Earle - Grande Prairie AB 



A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. 
Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers, 
which he was.  When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been 
stolen. 

He goes back into the bar, handily flips his gun into the air, catches 
it above his head without even looking and fires a shot into the 
ceiling. 

"WHICH ONE OF YOU SIDEWINDERS STOLE MY HOSS?" he yelled with surprising 
forcefulness. 

No one answered. 

"ALRIGHT, I'M GONNA HAVE ANOTHA BEER, AND IF MY HOSS AIN'T BACK OUTSIDE 
BY THE TIME I FINISH, I'M GONNA DO WHAT I DONE IN TEXAS! AND I DON'T 
LIKE TO HAVE TO DO WHAT I DONE IN TEXAS!" 

Some of the locals shifted restlessly. 

He had another beer, walked outside, and his horse was back!  He 
saddled up and started to ride out of town. 

The bartender wandered out of the bar and asked, "Say partner, before 
you go... what happened in Texas?" 

The cowboy turned back and said, "I had to walk home."