The Bent Nail Saloon.

"What, a rabbit now? I told you guys to keep this place in order."

Gettin' to be a damned menagerie in here anymore. What's next? Armadillo's settin' up shop in the outhouse?

That's bad, Cray. Have you ever been around an armadillo? They smell worse than Leuk and can't see worth a damn. My kids used to love to sneak up on one and poke it with a stick. They can jump straight up like an Olympic athlete. Armored opossums on speed.

*spit*


yep.






*stares into the whiskey*

"Just remember to spit before you take a drink. Goes down a lot smoother."

*spit*


i reckon so.

Synonym said:

"Just remember to spit before you take a drink. Goes down a lot smoother."

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A lot could be made of this post if'n it was in another thread.

uh...pardner.

"Be careful Bunnywit, I've seen you somewheres else lately, talking about buffaloes. Seems to me you were talkin' about bitin' off something biggern' you could chew."

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"Be careful Bunnywit, I've seen you somewheres else lately, talking about buffaloes. Seems to me you were talkin' about bitin' off something biggern' you could chew."

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He couldn't have been talking about Leukman.

CDaniel said:

*All firearms and what have you's, must be left at the sheriffs office.*

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Shoot. I thought I might come in for a visit, but it doesn't look like that can happen now. Me and my .38 are joined at the hip.

"If you unload it and give the Monkey the bullets, he'll take care of the problem."

*smiles sweetly*

I don't trust the monkey, not with bullets. I'll wait for the bunneh....


Cella

"God only knows what that bunny will do. You should have heard him the other day...oh, well maybe I shouldn't tell that one in mixed company."

I wouldn't be surprised.

I'd trust cray with my rounds. Is he an acceptable substitute?

I'm not sure. I just knew that when the monkey got done with them, you'd never use them again. So, theoretically you wouldn't have been armed. Perhaps they will, scuse me for just a second, you might want to cover your ears...WAKE UP...answer you here shortly.

After talkin' it over with the boys and peering through the windows, Cella decides this saloon should be all right....

"Okay, Sheriff, I'll play by the rules if it means a stiff drink," she said, reluctantly handing him her pistol.

When forced to decide, her personal safety took back seat to the promise of being momentarily inebriated.

"Barkeep!"

Cella finishes her drink and gets up.

"Who's in charge here?"

"Don't look at me, I'm new in town."

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"Don't look at me, I'm new in town."

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"There's a monkey in the corner behavin' rather obscenely and I want to know who to talk to about it..."

Name's Marshall Haggis, ma'am. What can I do for ya?

*spit*

"Seein' as how the Sheriff took my piece, I'll be needin' ya to punch that monkey. Much obliged." *bats eyelashes*