Originally Posted by Jim_Conrad
You know them Injuns....they all look alike.


I didn't crazy eyes...but would just fold my arms in front of me.


We had the bar man try to pull a gun on us once.


We stole his gun and locked him in the closet.



He was kinda dumb....he kept the gun in the cash box and we had been bartending for him all night.


Laughin my ass off here. Made me cough even!


That same bar I had a drinking friend there. 6'8" and BIG. Little fuggers always getting drunk wanting to fight him, figuring he was big and slow maybe?, and he didn't like to. Some dude, 6' or so and not wimpy looking, tried to get him to fight. Guy had to weigh 200+ and had the most shocked look on his face when my drinkin' buddy picked him up by the shirt and stuck him rather forcefully to the wall, held him there and told him "I told you I don't want to fight"

Oh the good ol' days, eh?

The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

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