New Boots

[jdelfino]

 

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<p class=""><b>An elderly couple, Margaret and Bert, Moved to Wyoming ,

Bert always wanted a pair of authentic Cowboy boots, so, seeing some on sale, he </b><b>Bought them and wore them home.</b>

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<b>Walking proudly, he sauntered into the Kitchen and said to his wife, "Notice

Anything different about me?" </b>


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<p class=""><b>Margaret looked him over, "Nope," Frustrated, Bert stormed off into the

Bathroom, undressed and walked back into The kitchen completely naked except for The boots. </b>

 

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<p class=""><b>Again he asked Margaret, a little louder This time, "Notice anything different

NOW?" </b>

 

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<p class=""><b>Margaret looked up and said in her best Deadpan, "Bert, what's different? It's

Hanging down today, it was hanging down Yesterday, it'll be hanging down

Tomorrow."</b>

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<b>Furious, Bert yelled, "AND DO YOU KNOW WHY IT'S HANGING DOWN, MARGARET?" </b>

 

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<p class=""><b>"Nope, Not a clue", she replied.</b>

 

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<p class=""><b>'IT'S HANGING DOWN, BECAUSE IT'S LOOKING AT MY NEW BOOTS!!! </b>

 

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<b>Without missing a beat Margaret replied, "Shoulda bought a hat, Bert,

Shoulda bought a hat."</b>

 

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[Gdog]

Brill :rotflmmfao:

[palexxxx]

One day Roy Rogers was passing the boot maker’s shop when he noticed a pair of boots in the window that were the most beautiful he had ever seen.  He entered the shop and told the proprietor that he must have the boots that were in the window.  

The proprietor said the boots were made for someone else, but, if they fit Roy, he could have them and he would make a new pair for the other customer.  So Roy proudly left the shop wearing his new boots.  However, on the way back to his ranch, it began to rain and as he walked up to the ranch house, his new boots got all muddy.  

He left them on the porch and entered the house.  While he was eating his dinner, a bob cat snuck up onto the porch and grabbed the loops at the back of the boots in his mouth and ran off with both of the boots.  

Fortunately, the cook saw the theft and called Roy.  Roy was livid.  He whistled for Trigger and they took off at a gallop after the bob cat.  A few hours later he returned with a dead bob cat across the front of his saddle.  The once beautiful boots were hanging out of the saddle bags.  They were torn to shreds.  

As he rode up, the cook hailed Roy.   When the cowboy drew near the cook shouted, “Pardon me, Roy, is that the cat that chewed your new shoes?