Yeeee Hawwww!
My saddle pal, Bad Bob was busy holding up a fence post, chewing on a strand of straw, as I rode up.
"Whoa Thunderbolt, Whoa big fella", I said to my hoss as the dust clouded the air.
"Hey Bad Bob", I said to my friend as he continued to stare at the ground.
"What`s the long face fer` ol` pard"? How come yer` lookin` like you lost yer` best friend?"
The man slowly looked up, pushed his hat back on his head, and took the straw from his mouth.
"Well, maybe I jest did", the old cowboy replied.
"Say, where IS your best ol` buddy, "Dutchoven" Dick? I enquired. I haven`t seen him all day". "You boys are nearly inseparable", I said.
"Well, let me put it this way..." said Bad Bob. "Would you hang around with a guy who swore in church, passed gas at the dinner table, and flirted constantly with yer` wife, calling her a "big buxom beauty with her own pair of .44 Magnums"? asked Bob.
"Of course not", I replied!
"Well, neither would Dutchoven Dick", exclaimed Bob!
Hey wranglers! We`ve got 4 new members with us today. Welcome aboard "
cupidsrose" from
Belarus, "
longanisa" (would not give location),
azbill in beautiful
Tempe, Arizona - a great little college town - and "
burger" (would not give location). Pull up some shade and join us `round the ol` campfire for some Arbuckle`s thick as molasses. Kick yer` boots off folks! You`re going to like this place. Yeee Hawwww!... again
Best Wishes,
Chuckwagon