He'd been out in the desert for about six months without a drop of whiskey.
He walked up to the first saloon he came to and tied his old mule to the
hitch rail.

As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a
gunslinger walked out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle
of whiskey in the other. The gunslinger looked at the old man and
laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"

The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did
dance. I just never wanted to.
A crowd had gathered by then and the
gunslinger said, "Well you old fool, you're gonna' dance now," and
started shooting at the old man's feet.

The old prospector was hopping around and everybody was laughing.

When the gunslinger fired his last bullet he holstered his gun and
turned around to go back into the saloon. The old man reached up on the
mule, drew his shotgun, and pulled both hammers back making a double
clicking sound.

The gunslinger heard the sound and everything got quiet. The crowd
watched as the gunslinger slowly turned around looking down both barrels
of the shotgun.

The old man asked, "Did you ever kiss a mule square on the a_ _?"

The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No. But I've always wanted
to."

The moral --> "Don't mess with old farts" . . . . .

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