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<blockquote data-quote="northtech" data-source="post: 14068965" data-attributes="member: 8239"><p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://firefox.org/news/content_images/14/sukiyaki04-horse.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"><p style="text-align: center">An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas leading a tired old mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat. </p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail. </p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, can you dance?"</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No son, I don't dance.... never really wanted to."</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now!" and started shooting at the old man's feet.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet. </p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">Everybody standing around was laughing. </p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled 12 gauge shotgun and cocked both hammers. </p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately. </p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">The silence was deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 12 gauge barrels. </p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said;</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass ?"</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span style="color: Navy"><span style="font-size: 15px">The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir... but...but I've always wanted to."</p><p></span></span></span> </p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'"><span style="color: Red"><p style="text-align: left">There are a few lessons for all of us here: </p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'"><span style="color: Red"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'"><span style="color: Red">*Don't be arrogant. </p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'"><span style="color: Red">*Don't waste ammunition. </p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'"><span style="color: Red">*Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are. </p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'"><span style="color: Red">*Always make sure you know who is in control.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'"><span style="color: Red">*And finally, don't screw around with old folks; they didn't</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'"><span style="color: Red">get old by being stupid.</p><p></span></span></span></p><p>REPs +++ Accepted</p><p></p><p>By Email</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="northtech, post: 14068965, member: 8239"] [CENTER][IMG]http://firefox.org/news/content_images/14/sukiyaki04-horse.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] [FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="Navy"][SIZE="4"][CENTER]An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas leading a tired old mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat. He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail. As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, can you dance?" The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No son, I don't dance.... never really wanted to." A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now!" and started shooting at the old man's feet. The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet. Everybody standing around was laughing. When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon. The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled 12 gauge shotgun and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly. The silence was deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 12 gauge barrels. The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said; "Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass ?" The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir... but...but I've always wanted to."[/CENTER][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [SIZE="5"][FONT="Palatino Linotype"][COLOR="Red"][LEFT]There are a few lessons for all of us here: *Don't be arrogant. *Don't waste ammunition. *Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are. *Always make sure you know who is in control. *And finally, don't screw around with old folks; they didn't get old by being stupid.[/LEFT][/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] REPs +++ Accepted By Email [/QUOTE]
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