So a sheriff walked into a saloon in a Wild West town.
He eyed up the customers in the saloon, most of whom were fairly drunk on cheap whisky and furthermore they looked like a pretty dangerous and unpleasant lot.
Plucking up his courage, as sheriffs do, he stood tall in the doorway of the saloon, hoping that his silhouette would make him look bigger and braver than he actually felt.
The sheriff shouted for everyone’s attention and the saloon fell silent.
“Has anyone seen Brown Paper Jake?”, he asked in a long drawl.
“What’s he look like?”, asks one shoddy looking cowboy.
“Well”, replied the Sheriff. “He wears a brown paper hat, a brown paper waistcoat, a brown paper shirt, brown paper boots, brown paper pants, and a brown paper jacket”.
“So what’s he wanted for?”, the same cowboy asked.
“Rustlin’…”, replied the Sheriff.
Yes I know it’s a bad joke. You want them all to be good jokes? We wouldn’t have hardly enough if we didn’t scrape the barrel occasionally and besides, bad jokes make you groan and growning is good exercise for the facial muscles.
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