GrizzlyBear
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Joined: 3/26/2004 From: Missoula Montana Status: offline
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Three cowboys walk into a saloon in Miles City, Montana at the end of a long cattle drive.. One's from California, one's from Texas, and the third is from Montana. The Californian says to the bartender. "Bartender, give me a bottle of Napa Valley Chardonnay!" The bartender opens the bottle, and puts it on the bar in from of him with a long-stemmed wine glass. The Californian pours a glass, swirls it around and takes a big whiff of the aroma, swishes the first sip around in his mouth, then tosses the rest of the wine in the glass down his throat. Then he throws the bottle at the fireplace, smashing it. "In California, we have a huge surplus of great wine. So it's our tradition to smash the bottles after we drink from them once," he explains. Not to be outdone, the Texan says to the bartender, "Bartender, give me a bottle of tequila." The bartender gets out a fresh bottle of Mescal, and puts it on the bar, with a shot glass and lime and salt. The Texan licks his hand and sprinkles salt on it, and picks up the lime. He takes a bitg old pull on the bottle, licks off the salt and bites the lime. Then he throws the bottle up in the air, quick-draws his sixgun, and shoots it right out of the air. "In Texas, we have a huge surplus of tequila. So it's a tradition to shoot the bottles after we drink from them once," he explains. The Montanan says to the bartender. "Barkeep, give me a bottle of cheap bourbon." The bartender gets out a fresh bottle of Old Crow, twists off the top, and sets it on the bar. The Montanan takes a long guzzle from the bottle, plunks it back down on the bar, then pulls out his sixgun and shoots the Texan and the Californian. "In Montana, we have too damn many Texans and Californians. So it's our tradition to shoot em, after we drink with em once. But we know better than to waste whiskey."
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GrizzlyBear "Come to the edge," he said. They said, "We are afraid." "Come to the edge," he said. They came. He pushed them. And they flew. ~Guillaume Apollinaire
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