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A drunken cowboy lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh
Amarillo Theatre. When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to
the cowboy, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat." The cowboy
groaned but didn't budge. The usher became more impatient: "Sir, if you
don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the manager." Once
again, the cowboy just groaned. The usher marched briskly back up the
aisle, and in a moment he returned with the manager. Together the two of
them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy, but with no success Finally they
summoned the police. The
Texas Ranger surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy
what's your name?" "Sam," the cowboy moaned. "Where ya from, Sam?" asked
the Ranger. With terrible pain in his voice, and without moving a muscle,
Sam replied, . . . "... the balcony..."
Gurrera
Amarillo Theatre. When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to
the cowboy, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat." The cowboy
groaned but didn't budge. The usher became more impatient: "Sir, if you
don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the manager." Once
again, the cowboy just groaned. The usher marched briskly back up the
aisle, and in a moment he returned with the manager. Together the two of
them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy, but with no success Finally they
summoned the police. The
Texas Ranger surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy
what's your name?" "Sam," the cowboy moaned. "Where ya from, Sam?" asked
the Ranger. With terrible pain in his voice, and without moving a muscle,
Sam replied, . . . "... the balcony..."
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