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10/13/2008

Hi Owwww-! Silver Away!

Imagine, your in a saloon arguing over why you have three aces in your hand and the other guy has two, when, BOOM!, startled you jump out of your chair and run outside, keeping cover behind the fat bartender. Once you are outside you see a man riding a cannon, the cannon is being pulled in the same fashion as a wagon. A Draft horse is pulling it at a neck breaking walk; the man on the wagon has just turned the end of the cannon that has a hole in it at the saloon. You see now that the man has the cannon mounted on a thing that swirls. Your first instinct is to disappear, but bravely you run around the corner of the saloon to think. As you disappear around the corner you see the woman of your life. Once you round the corner of the saloon you take a quick prayer, bound out into the street again and aim yourself onto the back of a donkey.
The donkey belongs to the mayor, the mayor likes his donkey, the donkey has a saddle, and the woman of your life is watching. All these facts play against you, your money, and your dreams. In midair you try to change courses but it is to late, sadly you end the life of all the children you where going to have, all the women you would want to have, and all the patience you did have. You now think why the mayor put his saddle so far back, putting the horn where the seat should have been. You make the best of a bad situation and holler “Hi Owwww-! Silver Away!” you now kick your heels into the donkey. The donkey doesn’t budge. You slap it’s rump with the end of your reins, still it won’t move. You get off and bit it’s rump, the donkey helps you fly ten feet backward into the woman of your dreams, who turns out to be the mayors daughter. Next day the mayor has more money the he used to and you have no money, the donkey has oats, you have nothing to eat, the mayor’s daughter has to get a fingernail re-polished, you have to get a body transplant, the donkey has it’s pride untouched, and you have what used to be no pride turned into negative pride.

The morale of the story is: Never imagine,
-Fastj