>From SpridgetsASSn@justbrits.com (which is the same sort of List I offered
HEALEYS<G>)!!!
[which, BTW, ALLOWS *.jpgs<VBG> and attachments<VVVBG>]
Your "Friday Funnies"<BG>) "offered up"
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The Cowboy at the Dentist
A cowboy walks into the dentist's office and after the dentist
examines him, he says, "That tooth has to come out. I'm going to give you a
shot of Novocain and I'll be back in a few minutes."
The cowboy grabs the Doc's arm, "No way. I hate needles I'm not
having any shot!"
So the dentist says, "Okay, we'll have to go with the gas."
The cowboy replies, "Absolutely not. It makes me very sick for a
couple of days.
I'm not having gas."
So the dentist steps out and comes back with a glass of water. "Here,"
he says, "Take this pill."
The cowboy asks, "What is it?"
The Doc replies, "Viagra."
The cowboy looks surprised. "Will that kill the pain?" he asks.
"No," replies the dentist, "but it will give you something to hang on
to while I pull your tooth."
Cowboy
Three strangers at a small terminal in the Texas Panhandle, are
awaiting their shuttle flight. One is a Native American passing through
from Oklahoma. Another, a local ranch-hand on his way to Fort Worth for a
stock show. The third passenger is a young fundamentalist Arab student,
newly arrived at the Texas oil patch from the Middle East.
To pass the time they soon strike up a conversation on recent events,
and quickly the discussion drifts to their diverse cultures.
Soon the Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout radical Muslim
deeply committed to "jihad". The conversation falls into an uneasy lull.
The cowpoke leans back in his chair, crosses his well-worn boots on a
magazine table, tips
his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The wind outside
blows tumbleweeds and the
old airport windsock flaps, but no plane comes.
Finally, The Native American clears his throat and softly, he speaks:
"Once, my people were many, now we are few".
The Muslim raises an eyebrow and leans forward,
"Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many!! Why do
you suppose that is?"
The Texan shifts the toothpick to one side of his mouth ....and from
the darkness beneath his
old Stetson says,
"Well there, young fella, that alls 'cause we ain't played no Cowboys
and Muslims yet!"
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