knothead
11-29-2002, 1:59 PM
Looking for a cool one after a long, freezing ride across the Utah tundra, the drifter strode into the saloon. As he made his way to the bar, he heard a man on a snowmobile tearing through the slush and shouting, "Big Mike's comin'! Run fer yer LIVES!"
Suddenly the saloon doors burst open and an enormous man, about 6'27" and weighing about 440 pounds, riding three snowmobiles that had been lashed together, roared in and nearly wiped out the drifter. "GIMME A DRINK!"" he roared.
The terrified fellow reached behind the bar and handed over a bottle of whiskey, which the man guzzled down in one gulp, and then smashed the bottle against the bar.
"Can I, uh, get you another?" the drifter stammered.
"Naw, I'd like to, but I gotta git." the man grunted. "Big Mike's comin."
:D
Suddenly the saloon doors burst open and an enormous man, about 6'27" and weighing about 440 pounds, riding three snowmobiles that had been lashed together, roared in and nearly wiped out the drifter. "GIMME A DRINK!"" he roared.
The terrified fellow reached behind the bar and handed over a bottle of whiskey, which the man guzzled down in one gulp, and then smashed the bottle against the bar.
"Can I, uh, get you another?" the drifter stammered.
"Naw, I'd like to, but I gotta git." the man grunted. "Big Mike's comin."
:D