I used to live in Wyoming, in a small town called Frontier
(well, actually a suburb of Frontier called Kemmerer. That
is pronounced Kemer. No, ya gotta say it FASTER). Needless
to say, there wasn't much to do besides drink in a local bar
called the Frontier Bar (Or was it Lester's Liquor Locker?).
One day, me and my mining buddies were tossing down a few
cool ones, and a dog walks in, walks up to the bar and says,
"Gimme a beer". Evidently this type of thing isn't too rare
in Wyoming, because the bartender said, "I'm sorry, but we
don't serve dogs here." The dog then took out a dollar, and
said, "Look, I got money, and I want a beer." This scene
had the potential to get ugly. The bartender said one more
time, "We do not serve dogs here. Please leave." The dog
growled, and then the bartender pulled out a gun and shot
the dog in the foot. The dog yelped, and ran out the door.
The next day, I happened to be in the same
establishment, and we were again drinking a few beers.
Then, the swinging bar doors were tossed open, and in walks
the dog we saw the day before. He was dressed all in black.
A black cowboy hat, a black vest, three black cowboy boots
and one black bandage. The dog looks around, waits for the
talking to quiet down, and says,
"I'm lookin' fer the man that shot my paw."
W H Y C O P S H A T E Y O U <<<<&l <
-if you have to ask get out of the way-
Have you ever been stopped by a traffic cop and, while he was
writing a ticket or giving you a warning, you got the feeling that
he would just love to yank you out of the car, right through the
window, and smash your face into the front fender?...
