Saturday, February 14, 2009

Old Joke #7

Picture, if you will, an Old West saloon.

The dance hall girls are dancing. The piano player is banging out a can-can. The bartender is wiping down the bar. At the tables, there’s the steady slap of cards, the mumble of bets placed and countered.

Suddenly, the doors swing open. In the doorway stands a dog, wearing a ten-gallon hat, with two six-shooters strapped around his waist. His left hand is so heavily bandaged it looks like a beehive.

The dance hall dancers stop dancing. The piano player stops playing. The card players fall silent. The bartender says, “Hello, stranger. What’ll be your pleasure?”

And the dog says, “I’m looking for the man that shot my paw.”

10 comments:

Louise said...

Tee-hee! Happy Valentine's, Jeanne.

buffalodick said...

That was just on some old Western on TV....
Horse trots into a bar...Bartender asks "Why the long face"...

Jan said...

Happy Valentine's Day. I am celebrating by grocery shopping and cleaning my house.

Jan said...

I just found Margaret and Helen's blog. That is a good one. I think my mother-in-law would like that one.

Dedene said...

Ouch! That was a groaner. Happy Valentine's, silly.

CDB said...

Yay! Paws reference!!

Happy V-Day!

K said...

Good joke. Happy Valentine's Day.

christine said...

My kind o joke!

Sweet Repose said...

Almost spewed my tea into the keyboard...you are a sick woman...I like that!

sharon

ladyfi said...

Boom! Boom!

That's a good one.

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