Post by deputydon on Mar 23, 2013 22:51:45 GMT -5
A cowboy named Fred
A drunken cowboy lay sprawled across three entire seats
in the posh Amarillo Theater.
When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered
to the cowboy, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat."
The cowboy groaned but didn't budge. The usher became more
impatient. "Sir, if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to
call the manager." Once again, the cowboy just groaned.
The usher marched briskly back up the aisle, and in a moment
he returned with the manager. Together the two of them tried
repeatedly to move the cowboy, but with no success.
Finally, they summoned the police. The Texas Ranger surveyed
the situation briefly, then asked,
"All right buddy, what's your name?"
"Fred," the cowboy moaned.
"Where you from, Fred?" asked the Ranger.
With terrible pain in his voice, and without moving a muscle,
Fred replied, "The balcony."
