A man from Texas, a man from California, and a man from Oregon are all sitting around a campfire. The Texan takes a flask from his pocket, uncorks it, takes one swig, and then hurls the flask high into the air. He takes his six-shooter out, aims, and BLAM! glass shards and whiskey are coming down.
“Why’d you do that?” the other men want to know.
“We have a LOT of whiskey in Texas,” he explains.
Not to be outdone, the Californian removes a wine bottle from his pocket, uncorks it, takes a sip, and then hurls the rest of the bottle into the air. He takes his six-shooter out, and BLAM! glass shards and wine are coming down.
“We have a LOT of wine in California,” he says.
Without saying a word, the Oregonian takes out his gun and shoots the Californian.
Here’s an old joke with a new twist:
A man from Texas, a man from California, and a man from Oregon are all sitting around a campfire. The Texan takes a flask from his pocket, uncorks it, takes one swig, and then hurls the flask high into the air. He takes his six-shooter out, aims, and BLAM! glass shards and whiskey are coming down.
“Why’d you do that?” the other men want to know.
“We have a LOT of whiskey in Texas,” he explains.
Not to be outdone, the Californian removes a wine bottle from his pocket, uncorks it, takes a sip, and then hurls the rest of the bottle into the air. He takes his six-shooter out, and BLAM! glass shards and wine are coming down.
“We have a LOT of wine in California,” he says.
Without saying a word, the Oregonian takes out his gun and shoots the Californian.