Once Upon A Time In The West
 

Steven,

I did go into that cantina, but maybe I should have stuck to the cerveza. Instead, I sauntered over to the bar, plunked down some dinero, and ordered a shot of tequila. The barkeep poured my drink, and I downed it in a quick gulp. As the booze hit my gut I closed my eyes. My intensity-response curve slid all the way to the left until it crashed into the vertical axis, then folded like a sucker who

What a "laugh out loud" post! I needed that, after all the mud slingin' and gun slingin' goin' on in these here parts.

I can't wait for the second installment....

John,

HEE--can't paint for holdin' my sides! Thanks!

Love and peace to all...

I couldn't help myself. Frederick Remington will forgive me!

Bravo John!

You laugh, but that hat's always been lucky for me.

John,

I'm CRYING from the force of that one. How about moving it to its own thread? I don't want to see it buried.

(Moderator's note: this topic is now a separate thread, as requested by more than one reader.)

Memories
 

Thanks, Beth

I remember it well. Steven's seared, sun-ripened armadillo in a polenta crust was fantastic that night! I think I still have the recipe somewhere.

Thanks John and Beth! You made my day....

Peggy

I am still wiping off the tears, this was way too funny. Thanks to all the banditos who made it possible.

I'm ok you're ok corral
 

Beth,

Aren't the bad guys supposed to wear black hats?

Thank you
 

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Jean

Begging forgiveness from Fra Angelico!

Note: boots and spur provide for continuity. ;)

How long can this go on?
 

Beth,

You have much, too much free time!

Whoever does the best photo composite using my head gets a free admittance to my Greensboro workshop...not!

See Marvin, it just shows how important you are! Okay, now can I have free admission to the workshop?

Once Upon A Time In The West cont'd
 

With apologies Toulouse Lautrec! ;)**

Now, I don't look the least bit school-marmish in that image of Beth's, do I!

Always nice to have a Renaissance 'Rangler on the spread, John. Those one-trick ponies can plum wear a feller out.

Watch yer topknot, though, and when you hear "Draw! Yelluh belly!", be sure to use a single light source, keep your pencils sharp, aim for the Golden Rectangle (it's up there on the Bank sign, across from Ruby Lee's Art Emporium ["We Got What You Want, Cowboy", says Ruby]), and squint. It won't help much, 'cept Ruby gives a discount if'n. As Padre Sarducci once said, "It adds up."

My Stetson's off to ya. (Which ain't quite true, 'cause mine's an Akubra from Down Under, but you get the drift. Second Akubra, actually, dog chewed the fust one. That was some good poodle stew that night. Kinda like 'dillo, but tasted more like chicken. Bit more fennel than I usually take to.)

Siesta time on this one. Checkin' the sidearm at the cantina door, for self-protection.

Naahh, jes funnin' ya, I didn't eat the dog. See, here he is, Aussie born, U.S. raised, sitting here right now in the wild TaiWest. Show-'n-tellin' him 'cause his name's "Matisse". Don't that beat all. Thought the breeder said he could paint. Found out she meant "pant". But he came with a good set o' brushes anyways.

Mangy cur did eat muh hat, though. Turned me agin him for a spell, but all's forgiven now. (He's better at that than people.)