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and I'm already drunk. The gunslinger to my right has an itchy trigger finger and is calling for pistols at dawn. I had to take the wild west tour for summer break didn't I? I curs

ed under my breath, and slammed my jello shot. "Whatz the matter, bra?" I slurred as the gunslinger cocked his six-shotters, (shooters, whatev.)

just speak? It was kind of a husky little voice too, just like I'd expect for my dusky pinks."Is that a talking bra in your dress or you just happy to see me?" asked the gunslinger

pushing up the brim of his stetson. "Depends, should i be happy to see you," responded the husky little voice. A small smirk appeared at the edge of the gunslinger's mouth.

"Well, if it aint Hank, my old dog," the gunslinger cried out to the husky, "I thought you were dead when you fell into that barrel!" "You pushed me into that barrel, consarn you!"

& Hank the Husky rose on his hindlegs, each of his fore ones poised atop opposite sides of his gun belt.The Gunslinger knew a showdown was nigh-either he or his dog will die today.

Hank the Husky looked for his paw-gun but it needed bullets. They were hidden in the doghouse unknown to the Gunslinger. Along came Bo Diddley with his guitar to the rescue.

But Bo Jackson, who knew Diddley, butted in brusquely like a bison or bovine who once bounced out on a check at the Bo Diddley Bojangles Broadsides Buffet in Buffalo by the Bay.