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 ya from, Fred?' asked the Ranger.
With terrible pain in his voice, and without moving a
muscle, Fred
replied,
.....the balcony...
(thanks, uncle gabe)
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