A tough looking cowboy stormed into the saloon, guns
swinging from both hips, and bellowed, “Whoever pinched
my horse, the fu*king bastard better have it back here in 5
minutes or I’ll be forced to do what I did in Denver.”
He sat down, had a drink and after 5 minutes went to the
saloon doors and sure enough, the horse had been returned.
As the man was about to leave, the barman beckoned him
“Before you go, what did happen in Denver?”
“I had to walk,” he replied.