hehehehh...

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that’s funny, Ross.  I was jus noodling around with a thought like that yesterday, but

failed to tweak any funny into it, only the correlation, …so it’s kinda witty but not very

hilarious.   This is what I have so far, maybe somebody can run with it and make it

funny??    Or completely revamp it using the central idea…             …or not….

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…An elderly silver-haired guy with a shoulder pack, a scroll, and a walking stick, had

hiked up a foothill into a red rocky arroyo where he ran across a happy cowboy sippin’

whisky an’ whistlin’ a familiar tune beside a straight-backed mule and a campfire. They

waved hi, & the cowboy offered whisky and an introduction:  “Hi, call me Dubya, & I’ll

call u…elderly silver-haired guyyy, what-a-ye-say?”  Elderly silver-haired guy said,

“Sho,” and sat with his scroll on his lap and his stick at his feet.   Dubya said,  “Watch

this!” and stuck the toe of his left polyester shit-kicker in the fire…until it ignited…and

spread in a flash over his entirety almost instantly.  Then he screamed, “Listen-up elderly

silver-haired guyyy, ‘cuz I got somthin’ to say…while you write it all down in ‘at scroll o

yours!”   So elderly silver-haired guy did as the fiery cowboy asked.  He wrote down the

ten directives, double spaced, on a ¼ page, got up, left the flaming Dubya mid anecdote,

and continued east on the path home to show the…empty contents of the scroll to his

friends and family.  The End. 

Peace.