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Huck Finn, a truly perceptive gentleman from the midwest, sent this one about
an apparently drunken cowboy.

An apparently drunken cowboy lay sprawled across three entire seats in a posh
Amarillo Theater.

When the usher came by and noticed him, he whispered to the cowboy, "Sorry,
Sir, but you're only allowed one seat."

The cowboy just groaned but didn't even budge.

The usher became more impatient and insistent: "Sir, if you don't get up from
there I'm going to have to call the manager."

Once again, the cowboy just groaned. The usher marched briskly back up the
aisle, and in a moment he returned with the manager.

Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy, but without
success. He just laid there in a dazed stupor.

Finally they had enough and summoned the police.

A Texas Ranger arrived, surveyed the situation briefly, then asked,"Alright,
buddy, what's your name?"

"Sam," the cowboy moaned.

"Where y'all from, Sam?" asked the Ranger.

With terrible pain in his voice, a grim expression and without moving a muscle,
Sam said, "The balcony."