This old goldminer in the good old days of the Alaska goldrush had caught a very bad cold while working his stake. He had all of the signs: a bad cough, sniffles, his nose wouldn't stop running, and his lips were chapped. He decided that what he needed was a good stiff drink. But alas, he had no alcohol at all in his shack. So, he decided to mount his faithful mule and ride in to town.
When he arrived, he tied up his mule at the local bar. The bartender was standing on the porch watching the passersby since it was still too early for the drinking crowd. The goldminer walked around and behind his mule, lifted the mule's tail, wiped his hands across the mules rearend, and then wiped that same hand across his mouth several times. He then mounted the steps and, with the bartender, walked into the bar.
The bartendeer took his position behind the bar and turned to the goldminer. "Well, what'll it be?," he asked. The goldminer asked for a triple bourbon.
Placing the large drink in front of the goldminer, the bartender looked at him and asked, "Tell me, old friend, why did you do what I saw you do out front? Why did you smear that mule shit all over your lips?"
"Well, I do have a bad cold and. . ."
"And you think that that stuff will cure your cold?" the bartender asked incredulously.
"Oh no!", replied the old goldminer, a slight smile appearing on his face. "But it sure does keep you from licking you lips!" |
