An old prospector shuffled into town leading his old tired mule.The old man headed for the only saloon in town to clear his parched throat. He walked up to the saloon and tied the old mule up to the hitch rail.
As he stood there brushing some dust and dirt from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger came from the saloon with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a six shooter in the other.

The cocky young gunslinger looked at the old man, laughed and said "Hey old timer , you ever daned before?"

The old man squinted his eyes and replied "Nope, never cared to dance."

The gunslinger says back "Well you are going to dance now old man!" and started firing shots ate the feet of the old man.
The old timer not wanting to get a toe blown off or a hole in his bootsa started jumping around and flopping around like a flea on a hot cast iron skillet.
A small crowd had gathered around and eveyone was laughing at the old timer.
The young man turned to go back into the saloon and the old man reached over to his mule and pulled out a double barreled shotgun, cocked both hammers back and pointed it at the young gunslinger.

An erie quiet fell upon the desert at that moment and the young man slowly turned to face the old man. His throat dried up instanly and he could hardly even swallow.
The twin barrels never wavered in the old mans hands.

The old man looked him in the eye and said "Boy, you ever kissed an old Mule's ass before?"
The young man swallowed hard and replied "No, but I alway's wanted too!!!"


there are 2 lessons for us in this story:
1- Don't waste ammunition
2- Don't mess with old people