A stranger rides into a Wild West town and finds it deserted. All except the saloon, so when he's hitched his hoss to the rail he goes in, orders a beer, and says to the barkeep "Say, where is everyone?" "They've all gone to hang the Brown Paper Kid," says the barkeep. " 'Brown Paper Kid' ain't no kinda name for a man," says the newcomer. "What do they call him that for?" "Well," says the barkeep, "it's on account of he wears brown paper trousers, a brown paper jacket, brown paper boots and a brown paper hat. He belts two six-guns in a brown paper belts, and he rides a hoss with a brown paper saddle." "And what are they hanging him for?" asks the stranger. The barkeep gives him a surprised look: "Rustling." (*This community does not allow original content tag. Go figure*)