Pony Express Yarns

Rider: Now if I can just get you to take the package, I'll leave a note for your neighbor to come and collect it.

Neighbor (COCKS GUN): No you ain’t.



Rider (TO OTHER RIDER): This job is all right and everything. My real passion is knitting.


Cowboy: You’re not from around these parts, are ya mister?



Rider: Please. I’m just here for a quiet drink.



Cowboy (SUCKS TEETH): Well, it looks like you came to the wrong place.



Rider: I don’t want any trouble.



Cowboy: Well, you found it. I challenge you...to a square-dance off!


(GASPS FROM BAR)




Rider: (ENTERS BAR) Hi everyone, I’m looking for a Mr. Balls?


(COWBOYS SNICKER)


Cowboy: What’s his first name?


(RIDER LOOKS AT PACKAGE)


Rider: Stinky. Mr. Stinky Balls.


(COWBOYS ERUPT IN LAUGHTER, SHOOT GUNS)