Strange Brew by John Deering for January 31, 2012

Well they were ’til he shot them out.

Smile when you say that, Pardner.

That reminds me of the 3 legged dog that walked into the saloon and shouted, “I’m lookin’ for the felow that shot my paw!”

And someone is going to be dodgin’ bullitts if they don’t keep their mustang away from my pinto. Do you know how much saddle soap it takes to get the upholstery clean?

Who in that place is going to admit to driving an Acura and not a pickup or SUV?

I dunno, genteel cowboys….just wrong.

I just got off the stove. I was ridin the range.

…and the owner is the yellow-belly that shot the sherrif.

….and I’m a’callin’ you out!