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|28th June 2003, 08:53 PM||#1 (permalink)|
Join Date: Nov 2002
The captured cowboy
A bunch of Indians captured a cowboy and brought him back to their camp to meet the chief. The chief said to the cowboy, "You are going to die. But we are sorry for you, so give you one wish a day for 3 days. On sundown of third day, you die. What is first wish?" The cowboy thought for a moment and then responded, "I want to see my horse." The Indians fetched his horse. The cowboy grabbed the horse's ear and whispered something and then slapped the horse on the ass. The horse took off.
Two hours later, the horse came back with a naked blonde. She jumped off the horse and went into the teepee with the cowboy. The Indians looked at each other, figuring, "Typical white man - can only think of one thing."
The second day the chief asked, "What your wish today?" The cowboy said, "I want to see my horse again." The Indians brought him his horse. The cowboy leant over to the horse and whispered something in the horses ear, then slapped it on the ass.
Two hours later the horse came back with a naked redhead. She got off and went into the teepee with the cowboy. The indians shook their heads, figuring, "Typical white man - going to die tomorrow and can only thing of one thing."
The last day came, and the chief said, "This is your last wish, white man. What do you want?" The cowboy said, "I want to see my horse again." So the Indians brought him his horse. The cowboy grabbed the horse by bothe ears, twisted them hard and yelled,
"Read my lips! POSSE, dammit! P-O-S-S-E!"
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