had to tone this one down a little
After 5 years tending his claim, a prospector decides to "raise some cain",
so he heads down the mountain to the closest boomtown saloon.
"Bartender," he says "give me a whiskey."
The prospector downs his drink in a gulp, leans over the bar and asks
slyly, "So, bartender, got any women 'round here?"
The bartender replies, "Nope, but we got 'Ol Joe out back!"
"frak you," says the prospector. "I don't go in for any of that carp!" Then
Five years pass. The prospector heads back down the mountain, walks
into the same saloon and says, "Bartender, give me a whiskey."
Once again, the whiskey goes down in a gulp and the prospector says,
"So, bartender, got any women 'round here yet?"
The bartender replies, "Nope, but we still got 'Ol Joe out back!"
"I told you," says the prospector, "I don't go in for any of that carp!" And
heads back up the mountain.
Five more years pass. Same prospector, same saloon, same bartender,
same "whiskey in a gulp", same proposition with the same reply.
"Nope, but we still got 'Ol Joe out back."
The prospector, having not had sex for 15 years, thinks for a bit and asks,
"Bartender, if I was to go out back with 'Ol Joe, who'd know about it?"
"Well," says the bartender, "there'd be me, you, 'Ol Joe of course, and
three other guys."
"Three OTHER guys!", shouts the prospector. "What in hell for!?!"
The bartender replies, "To hold down 'Ol Joe. He don't go in for any of that