A cowboy rode into a dusty old town... ...and stopped at the saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals had a habit of picking on strangers. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar and with a quick move of his hands, he flipped his guns into the air, caught them above his head without even looking and fired at the ceiling. Which one of you cow'rdly sidewinders stole my hoss!?"" he yelled. No one answered. ""Alright, I'm gonna have anotha beer,…

It's a hard life. Very long but a goodun: There once was a large large city and within this large large city was a large large park, within this there was a large large lake. By the shore of this stood a normal sized bench; on it their lived a hobo. This unfortunate gentleman lived their 365 days a year come rain or shine doing his best to get buy feasting on the pigeons and rats of the park whilst begging to support his addiction to drinking bleach. It is winter; our poor friend has just awoken…

There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swig. ""Well, whatcha' gonna do about it?"", he says, menacingly, as I burst into tears. ""Come on, man,"" the biker says, ""I didn't think you'd CRY. I can`t stand to see a man crying."" ""This is the worst day of my life,"" I say. ""I'm a complete failure. I was late to a meeting and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car h…

A cowboy rode into town. A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers, which he was. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar, handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head without even looking and fired a shot into the ceiling. ""Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?!?!?"" he yelled with surprising forcefulness. No one answered. ""Alright,…