Hommage aux légendes, Lores et Lymerics
A Texan walks into the Shady Lady Saloon:
The Texas cowboy rode into the town of Escondido, Texas. He stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, some of the locals had a habit of picking on strangers, which he was. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen.
He goes back into the bar, handily flips his gun into the air, catches it above his head without even looking and fires a shot into the ceiling.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU SIDEWINDERS STOLE MY HOSS?" he yelled with surprising forcefulness.
No one answered.
"ALRIGHT, I'M GONNA HAVE ANOTHA BEER, AND IF MY HOSS AIN'T BACK OUTSIDE BY THE TIME I FINNISH, I'M GONNA DO WHAT I DUN IN YUMA, ARIZONA AND I DON'T LIKE TO HAVE TO DO WHAT I DUN IN YUMA."
Some of the locals shifted restlessly. He had another beer, walked outside, and his horse is back.
The bartender wanders out of the bar and asks, "Say partner, before you go ... what exactly happened over in Arizona?"
The cowboy turned back, shrugged and said. "I had to walk."