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Argyll
03-04-2004, 04:16 PM
Bounty hunter walks into the saloon,asks the bartender..Have you seen the brown paper kid in town lately?
Bartender.....Nope,describe him.
Hunter...He,s wearin a brown paper hat,brown paper shirt,brown paper coat,brown paper chapps,brown paper boots and a brown paper gunbelt.
Bartender....What,s he wanted for?
Hunter....................Rustlin...
Javehn
03-04-2004, 04:30 PM
Boooooo ... Shi ... I mean , good one , moderator . Very funny ;) :lol:
Dalleer
03-04-2004, 04:31 PM
Hah haha hahaha, yeah I loved this joke. Damn, I haven't laughed like this for years...
*krhm*
(Umm, what does he mean "wanted for rustlin'" ???)
mack pl
03-04-2004, 04:36 PM
Could you translate in to polish ;)
Gringo
03-04-2004, 05:10 PM
"The storekeeper looked up. Silhouetted in the open doorway stood a man, his face hidden by the lowered brim of his battered Stetson. The stranger paused to take a long drag on the cigar clenched between his teeth, as he slowly raised his head to stare at the proprietor. The storekeeper caught sight of the stranger's stubbled, sunburnt face and his piercing, cold eyes. Omniously, with the clink of spurs, the figure walked to the counter. Unnerved, a bead of sweat rolled down the storekeeper's brow as he spluttered, "What...er...what can I get your sir?" For a moment, the stranger held his gaze in silence. Then he replied in a low whispering drawl, "Do you have A Bullet For The General or A Pistol For Ringo?" The storekeeper looked perplexed. "I'm sorry... We don't sell guns sir", he answered, "This is a video shop." "
memphiz
03-04-2004, 07:26 PM
"The storekeeper looked up. Silhouetted in the open doorway stood a man, his face hidden by the lowered brim of his battered Stetson. The stranger paused to take a long drag on the cigar clenched between his teeth, as he slowly raised his head to stare at the proprietor. The storekeeper caught sight of the stranger's stubbled, sunburnt face and his piercing, cold eyes. Omniously, with the clink of spurs, the figure walked to the counter. Unnerved, a bead of sweat rolled down the storekeeper's brow as he spluttered, "What...er...what can I get your sir?" For a moment, the stranger held his gaze in silence. Then he replied in a low whispering drawl, "Do you have A Bullet For The General or A Pistol For Ringo?" The storekeeper looked perplexed. "I'm sorry... We don't sell guns sir", he answered, "This is a video shop." "
damn complicated European jokes
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