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Caped Spam Fighter
Join Date: May 2002
Location: Roadblock Manor
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Subject: The Vet & The Cowboy in a bar
Every Sunday, a little old lady placed $1,000 in the collection plate. This went on for weeks until the pastor, overcome by curiosity, approached her. "Ma'am, I couldn't help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate," he stated. "Why yes," she replied, "every week my son sends me money, and what I don't need I give to the church." The pastor replied... "That's wonderful, how much does he send you?" The old lady said.... "Oh, $20,000 a week. The pastor was amazed... "Your son is very successful, what does he do for a living? "He is a veterinarian," she answered. "That is a very honorable profession," the pastor says. "Where does he practice?" The old lady says proudly...."Well, he has two cat houses in Las Vegas and one in Reno." ************************************************** Cowboy in a bar A cowboy at a bar orders three mugs of beer, drinking a sip out of each one in TURN. The bartender tells him, "You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time." The cowboy replies, "I have two brothers. One lives in Flagstaff, the other in Farmington. When they left, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days we drank together. I drink one for each of my brothers and one for myself." The cowboy becomes a regular, and always orders three mugs and drinks them in turn. One day he came in and ordered only TWO mugs of beer. All the regulars take notice. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "We don't want to intrude on your grief, but we wanted to offer our condolences on your loss." The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then laughs and says "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains. "It's just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking. Hasn't affected my brothers though." |
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