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A cowboy moseys into a town. Being a cowboy, the first place he heads is the saloon. He is a cowboy, after all.
He pushes through the swinging wooden doors, and finds that the whole place is nearly empty. The only soul is the bartender, polishing some glasses. The cowboy approaches the bar and says, "I've traveled the length of this wild west, and I've only seen saloons this empty when somebody's being hanged. Whose the unlucky man?"
Bartender says, "It was a rapscallious man by the name of Brown Paper Pete."
Cowboy says, "That's an unusual name for a villain. What was his schtick?" (the cowboy was Jewish)
Bartender says, "Well, Brown Paper Peter had a screw loose. He'd only wear clothing made of brown paper. Chaps, pants, shirt - even his boots were made of brown paper."
The cowboy was genuinely taken aback. He collected himself and said, "What a dangerously insane individual. What was he brought in for?"
"Rustlin'"
He pushes through the swinging wooden doors, and finds that the whole place is nearly empty. The only soul is the bartender, polishing some glasses. The cowboy approaches the bar and says, "I've traveled the length of this wild west, and I've only seen saloons this empty when somebody's being hanged. Whose the unlucky man?"
Bartender says, "It was a rapscallious man by the name of Brown Paper Pete."
Cowboy says, "That's an unusual name for a villain. What was his schtick?" (the cowboy was Jewish)
Bartender says, "Well, Brown Paper Peter had a screw loose. He'd only wear clothing made of brown paper. Chaps, pants, shirt - even his boots were made of brown paper."
The cowboy was genuinely taken aback. He collected himself and said, "What a dangerously insane individual. What was he brought in for?"
"Rustlin'"