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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2012 13:27:37 GMT -5
It's 2 PM and its raining, and I'se tired from playing in the dirt. Now the first time I heard this story it was in the middle of the last century, I was short enough to be willing to set in the grown ups lap.
I had in those years an avuncular paternal grandfather, who after an adult beverage or two, would get his BS on. Today's story may well have been plagiarized, cause I have since seen it in print. But at the time the story and I were both as green as a new mowed lawn.
Seems late in the nineteenth century Amarillo had only one saloon. Up to its hitchin' post rode up a scruffy lookin' fella who when he dismounted dropped his reins and told his horse to "stay", where upon the horse promptly sat down.
As he entered the saloon he began slapping his back. Ordered a drink and resumed slapping his back and shoulders, raising as he slapped clouds of road dust. After a bit and his drink he fished around in his shirt and extracted a rattlesnake which he promptly bit the head off and tossed the rattler carcass in the spittoon.
The barkeep being a bold soul asked the traveler where he was from.
"Oh me", replied the pilgrim? "I'm Bill from Pecos, but I'm thinkin' I might resettle if there was any work here abouts".
The barkeep replied, " A fella tough as you will find, Amarillo kinda timid".
"Really" Bill said, "Then I might like it here, they kicked me outta Pecos for being a sissy".
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Post by garrett on May 15, 2012 14:22:00 GMT -5
rotfl..............
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