I was siting at the bar trying to forget a bad day...
I was siting at the bar trying to forget a bad day when the barman asked me if I knew the Great Pedro. Well barman, let me tell you about my day first.
I was riding my donkey towards the town, minding my own business, when this huge fella coming in the other direction gestured me to stop.
The Great Pedro: “Do you know who I am?”
Me: “You’re the Great Pedro.”
GP: “Get off your donkey.”
Me: “No, I don’t want to get off my donkey.”
The Great Pedro drew his gun and pointed it at me.
GP: “But I have the gun. Get off your donkey.”
I didn’t want to get off my donkey, but the Great Pedro had the gun, so I got off my donkey.
GP: “Drop your pants”
Me: “No, I don’t want to drop my pants.”
GP: “But I have the gun. Drop your pants.”
I didn’t want to drop my pants, but the Great Pedro had the gun, so I dropped my pants.
GP: “Take a shit.”
Me: “No, I don’t want to take a shit.”
GP: “But I have the gun. Take a shit.”
I didn’t want to take a shit, but the Great Pedro had the gun, so I took a shit.
GP: “Eat your shit.”
Me: “No, I don’t want to eat my shit.”
GP: “But I have the gun. Eat your shit.”
I didn’t want to eat my shit, but the Great Pedro had the gun, so ate my shit.
GP: “Now get lost, shit eater!”
The Great Pedro was laughing so hard he dropped his gun! I quickly grabbed it before he could react.
Me: “Get off your horse.”
GP: “No, I don’t want to get off my horse.”
I pointed the gun at him.
Me: “But I have the gun! Get off your horse.”
The Great Pedro didn’t want to get off his horse, but I had the gun, so he got off his horse.
Me: “Drop your pants”
GP: “No, I don’t want to drop my pants.”
Me: “But I have the gun! Drop your pants.”
The Great Pedro didn’t want to drop his pants, but I had the gun, so he dropped his pants.
Me: “Take a shit.”
GP: “No, I don’t want to take a shit.”
Me: “But I have the gun! Take a shit.”
The Great Pedro didn’t want to take a shit, but I had the gun, so he took a shit.
Me: “Eat your shit.”
GP: “No, I don’t want to eat my shit.”
Me: “But I have the gun! Eat your shit.”
The Great Pedro didn’t want to eat his shit, but I had the gun, so he ate his shit.
Me: “Now get lost, shit eater!”
… and now barman you are asking me if I know the Great Pedro?
Well I just had breakfast with him!
I was riding my donkey towards the town, minding my own business, when this huge fella coming in the other direction gestured me to stop.
The Great Pedro: “Do you know who I am?”
Me: “You’re the Great Pedro.”
GP: “Get off your donkey.”
Me: “No, I don’t want to get off my donkey.”
The Great Pedro drew his gun and pointed it at me.
GP: “But I have the gun. Get off your donkey.”
I didn’t want to get off my donkey, but the Great Pedro had the gun, so I got off my donkey.
GP: “Drop your pants”
Me: “No, I don’t want to drop my pants.”
GP: “But I have the gun. Drop your pants.”
I didn’t want to drop my pants, but the Great Pedro had the gun, so I dropped my pants.
GP: “Take a shit.”
Me: “No, I don’t want to take a shit.”
GP: “But I have the gun. Take a shit.”
I didn’t want to take a shit, but the Great Pedro had the gun, so I took a shit.
GP: “Eat your shit.”
Me: “No, I don’t want to eat my shit.”
GP: “But I have the gun. Eat your shit.”
I didn’t want to eat my shit, but the Great Pedro had the gun, so ate my shit.
GP: “Now get lost, shit eater!”
The Great Pedro was laughing so hard he dropped his gun! I quickly grabbed it before he could react.
Me: “Get off your horse.”
GP: “No, I don’t want to get off my horse.”
I pointed the gun at him.
Me: “But I have the gun! Get off your horse.”
The Great Pedro didn’t want to get off his horse, but I had the gun, so he got off his horse.
Me: “Drop your pants”
GP: “No, I don’t want to drop my pants.”
Me: “But I have the gun! Drop your pants.”
The Great Pedro didn’t want to drop his pants, but I had the gun, so he dropped his pants.
Me: “Take a shit.”
GP: “No, I don’t want to take a shit.”
Me: “But I have the gun! Take a shit.”
The Great Pedro didn’t want to take a shit, but I had the gun, so he took a shit.
Me: “Eat your shit.”
GP: “No, I don’t want to eat my shit.”
Me: “But I have the gun! Eat your shit.”
The Great Pedro didn’t want to eat his shit, but I had the gun, so he ate his shit.
Me: “Now get lost, shit eater!”
… and now barman you are asking me if I know the Great Pedro?
Well I just had breakfast with him!
