Commodore Jackson:
My last encounter with the redskins was over thirty-five years ago. I was a mere stripling.
Skeptical Passenger in pilot house:
Is that so?
[skeptically]
Commodore Jackson:
I whipped out my revolver...
Skeptical Passenger in pilot house:
Revolvers weren't invented thirty-five years ago.
[sneering]
Commodore Jackson:
Uh... uh... I know that, but the Indians didn't know it. It doesn't matter - I threw it away.
Female passenger:
Oh, how exciting - please don't interrupt.
Commodore Jackson:
I had just swum the rapids. I had my canoe under one arm and a Rocky Mountain goat under the other.
Skeptical Passenger in pilot house:
How could you swim without the use of your arms?
Commodore Jackson:
Uh, uh... in those days I had, uh, I had very strong legs. Uh, excuse me
[sheepishly doffs hat to woman]
Commodore Jackson:
, very strong limbs.
Female passenger:
You must have been full of fire in your youth.
Commodore Jackson:
I had to carry fire insurance until I was over forty. As I arrived at the river bank, I was encountered by the entire tribe of the Shug Indians. The most ferocious... have you ever been to Shug country?
Skeptical Passenger in pilot house:
No, I haven't.
[glaring at the Commodore]
Commodore Jackson:
Uh, that's fine. I unsheathed my Bowie knife and
[slowly and dramatically]
Commodore Jackson:
cut a path through this wall of human flesh, dragging my canoe behind me.
Female passenger:
[collapsing]
Oh, oh, oh... oh.
Commodore Jackson:
Ah, I'm sorry. Perhaps I've gone too far.
Skeptical Passenger in pilot house:
What, what happened to the goat?
[no trace of skepticism]
Commodore Jackson:
He was very good with mustard.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 08:48
Consiglia
Voto
Nessun dato in archivio
Commenti
Nessun dato in archivio
