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The Blackfoot Cowboy!
A bartender was washing glasses one afternoon, in Browning, Montana..
when an elderly Irishman came in.
With great difficulty, the Irishman hoisted his bad leg over the
barstool, pulled himself up painfully, and asked for a sip of Irish
whiskey.
The Irishman looked down the bar and said, "Is that Jesus down
there?" The bartender nodded, so the Irishman told him to give Jesus
an Irish whiskey, too.
The next patron to come in was an ailing Italian with a hunched back,
who moved very slowly.
He shuffled up to the barstool and asked for a glass of Chianti.
He also looked down the bar and asked if that was Jesus sitting at
the end of the bar.
The bartender nodded, so the Italian said to give Him a glass of
Chianti, too.
The third patron to enter the bar was a Blackfeet Cowboy, who
swaggered into the bar and hollered, "Barkeep, set me up a cold one!
Hey, is that God's Boy down there?"
The barkeep nodded, so the Blackfeet ndn told him to give Jesus a
cold one, too.
As Jesus got up to leave, he walked over to the Irishman and touched
him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed!"
The Irishman felt the strength come back to his leg, so he got up and
danced a jig out the door.
Jesus touched the Italian and said, "For your kindness, you are
healed!"
The Italian felt his back straighten, so he raised his hands above
his head and did a flip out the door.
Jesus walked toward the Blackfeet Cowboy, but the ndn jumped back and
exclaimed, "Don't touch me! I'm drawing disability!"
when an elderly Irishman came in.
With great difficulty, the Irishman hoisted his bad leg over the
barstool, pulled himself up painfully, and asked for a sip of Irish
whiskey.
The Irishman looked down the bar and said, "Is that Jesus down
there?" The bartender nodded, so the Irishman told him to give Jesus
an Irish whiskey, too.
The next patron to come in was an ailing Italian with a hunched back,
who moved very slowly.
He shuffled up to the barstool and asked for a glass of Chianti.
He also looked down the bar and asked if that was Jesus sitting at
the end of the bar.
The bartender nodded, so the Italian said to give Him a glass of
Chianti, too.
The third patron to enter the bar was a Blackfeet Cowboy, who
swaggered into the bar and hollered, "Barkeep, set me up a cold one!
Hey, is that God's Boy down there?"
The barkeep nodded, so the Blackfeet ndn told him to give Jesus a
cold one, too.
As Jesus got up to leave, he walked over to the Irishman and touched
him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed!"
The Irishman felt the strength come back to his leg, so he got up and
danced a jig out the door.
Jesus touched the Italian and said, "For your kindness, you are
healed!"
The Italian felt his back straighten, so he raised his hands above
his head and did a flip out the door.
Jesus walked toward the Blackfeet Cowboy, but the ndn jumped back and
exclaimed, "Don't touch me! I'm drawing disability!"
