A cowboy the size of a colossus, two rows of revolvers around his waist, enters a saloon.
He approaches the bartender and asks, “A boy whiskey”
He sends himself the glass-dry and spring at heavy steps in the clatter of his stirrups when suddenly we hear him exclaim: “Amazing !! Someone allowed himself to paint my horse in green !! “
Furious, he enters the bar again and writes: “WHO PAINTED MY HORSE IN GREEN? “
A silence of lead reigns then in the saloon, when a cowboy as high as a mountain, wide as two colossi, four rows of revolvers around the waist, approaches while screaming: “IT IS ME! “
Then in a very small voice, the first responds: “It was to warn you that if you want to spend the second layer … it’s dry.”