Not so notable Holidays

[Silver Creek Slim]

This guy? 

Slim

[Trinity]

I think I saw him in a movie once!



Oh... wait, wrong guy.

[Tensleep]

I think I saw him in a movie once!



Oh... wait, wrong guy.

LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ya think maybe? 

[Delmonico]

I'm gonna show this to Terry, yer gonna be in big trouble.

[Trinity]

Just tell him it's

ALL SLIM'S FAULT

[Silver Creek Slim]

No it ain't, Litl Rooster started it. 

Slim

[Tensleep]

I think I saw him in a movie once!



Oh... wait, wrong guy.

Yanno..... when I first saw that pic I thought it was that donut eater from Memphis when he was younger. 

[Trinity]

Mmmmmmmmm~!  Donuts!

[litl rooster]

  OH the White Suit dancin Cowboy from the '70's"<




Pass the donuts please

[Delmonico]

I think I saw him in a movie once!



Oh... wait, wrong guy.

Talkin' 'bout that guy and food makes me Naw-see-us, gonna go take one of my pills fer that and pass on the dough-nuts.

[Lucky Irish Tom]

He's only a cowboy wanna be. Let's see him have those white duds on when he rides a horse!

[Delmonico]

I showed him this when I got to work, he's comin' to get you and he's bringin' Sittlin' Bull.

[Ozark Tracker]

He's only a cowboy wanna be. Let's see him have those white duds on when he rides a horse!

maybe it was this old boy.

Well, he walks out in the arena
All dressed up to the brim
Said he'd just came down from a place
Called "Highland Rim"
Well, he said he came to ride the horse
The one they call "The Brute"
But he didn't look like a cowboy
In his Continental Suit

We snickered at the way he dressed
But he never said a word
He walks on by the rest of us
As if he hadn't heard
A thousand bucks went to the man
Who could ride this wild cayuse
A meaner horse was never born
Than the one they called "The Brute"

The horse that he was looking for
Was in chute number eight
He walked up very slowly
Put his hand upon the gate
We knew he was a thoroughbred
When he pulled his sack of "Dukes"
From the inside pocket
Of his Continental Suit

Well, he rolled hisself a "Corley"
And he lit it standing there
Blew himself a smoke ring
And he watched it disappear
We thought he must be crazy
When he opened up the gate
Standing just inside was
Fifeteen hundred pounds of hate

The Buckskin tried to run him down
But the stranger was too quick
He stepped aside and threw his arms
Around the horse's neck
And pulled himself up on the back
Of the horse they called "The Brute"
Sit like he was born there
In his Continental Suit

"The Brute's" hind-end was in the air
His front end on the ground
Kickin' and a-squealin', tryin' to
Shake this stranger down
But the stranger didn't give an inch
He came to ride "The Brute"
And he came to ride the Buckskin
In a Continental Suit

Well, I turned around to look at Jim
And he was watchin' me
He said, "I don't believe
The crazy things I think I see
But I think I see the outlaw
The one they call "The Brute"
Ridden by a cowboy
In a Continental Suit"

"The Brute" came to a stand-still
Ashamed that he'd been rode
By a city cowboy in
Some Continental clothes
The stranger took his money
And we don't know where he went
We don't know where he came from
And we haven't seen him since

The moral of this story:
Never judge by what they wear
Underneath some ragged clothes
Could be a millionaire
Everybody listen
Don't be fooled by this galoot
This sure-'nough bronc buster
In a Continental Suit

[Tensleep]

Thanks OT, one of my favorites.


Just goes to show that ever'body that wears ah apron ain't ah cook... 

[Delmonico]

Sometimes when I wear an apron I ain't being cook, got a purple flower calico one at work, keeps my clothes clean when I'm bendin' and cleanin' black hats.

[Delmonico]

Along the same lines, I kinda like this one also, got it here at work by Don Edwards.

We was camped on the plains at the head of the Cimmaron
When along comes a stranger and stopped to argue some,
Well he looked so very foolish when he begun to look around
For he seemed just like a greenhorn just escaped from town.

We asked him had he been to chuck, he said he hadn't a smear,
So we opened up the chuckbox and said he could eat right here,
Well he filled up on some coffee and some biscuits and some beans And started right in talking about the foreign kings and queens. 

All about the foreign wars on the land and on the seas
With guns as big as steers, and ramrods big as trees.
About a feller named Paul Jones, a fightin' son of a gun
A fighter and the grittiest cuss that ever packed a gun.

Such an educated feller, his thoughts just come in herds,
He astonished all them cowboys with his highfalutin' words
Well the stranger kept on talkin' till the boys they all got sick
And begun to look around to see if they could play a trick. 

Well, he said he'd lost his job up on the Santa Fe
He was goin' 'cross the plains to for to hit the Seven D;
He didn't say how come it, just some trouble with the boss
But asked if he could borrow a fat saddle horse. 

Well, this tickled all the boys to death, we laughed way down our sleeves
We said we'd give him a fine horse, as fresh and fat as you please.
So Shorty grabbed his lariat and he roped the Zebra Dun
And we give him to the stranger and waited for the fun. 

Now old Dunny was an outlaw, he'd grown so awful wild
He could paw the moon down, he could jump a mile;
Old Dunny stood right still there, like as he didn't know
Till the stranger had him saddled and ready for to go. 

When the stranger hit the saddle, then old Dun he quit the earth,
And started travelin' upwards for all that he was worth,
A-yellin' and a-squealin' and a-having wall-eyed fits
His front feet perpendicular, his hind feet in the bits. 

We could see the tops of mountains under Dunny every jump
But the stranger he was glued there just like the camel's hump;
The stranger he just sat there, and twirled his black moustache,
Just like a summer boarder waitin' for the hash. 

Well he thumped him in the shoulders and he spun him when he whirled,
And hollered to them cowboys, "I'm the wolf of the world!"
And when he had dismounted and once more upon the ground,
We knew he was a thoroughbred and not a dud from town. 

The boss he was a-standin' there just watchin' of the show
Walked over to the stranger and said, "You needn't go.
If you can use a lariat like you rode old Zebra Dun
You're the man I've been looking for since the Year of One!" 

And when the herd stampeded he was always on the spot,
And set them off to nothing, like the boiling of a pot.
Well, there's one thing and a shore thing I've learned since I've been born
Every educated feller ain't a plumb greenhorn.

[Trinity]

Talkin' 'bout that guy and food makes me Naw-see-us, gonna go take one of my pills fer that and pass on the dough-nuts.

Jus' can't trust a man who will pass up Krispy Kreme!  Even though they sometimes give me heartburn, I will NEVER pass one up.

[Delmonico]

Would rather pass it up than have it come back up.

[Silver Creek Slim]

 

Slim

[Lucky Irish Tom]

Krispy Kreme's don't make the return trip very well.