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EVIL WITH A GUN

 

Bradford Bradley arrived in town on the train. He rented a buggy and went to the finest hotel and got the largest room they had. As he registered, the clerk said, “That Sir is not proper for a first name! Please, your full name.”

“Bradford! Bradford Bradley! Is that enough?”

“Then please sign in that way.”

He signed then said, “Have all my luggage brought to my room and a bottle of your best.”

“My best what Sir?”

“Are you a bone head? Whiskey you idiot!”

“Yes Sir, will there be anything else?”

“I’ll let you know, just don’t be all day about it.”

As Brad walked upstairs, the clerk laughed to himself saying, “That stuffed shirt will last about as long as a good fart in a whirlwind. Some cowboy will blow his lights out."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   
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