A little duck walks into a bar one day. He saunters up to the
bartender and asks, "Got any gwapes?"
"Nope, sorry," says the bartender. The duck walks out,
The next day, the duck walks into the bar again and asks, "Got
"I already told you, no, I don't!" says the bartender angrily.
The duck leaves, again disappointed.
The day after that, the duck walks in again and says, "Got any
"No! I do not have any grapes! If you come in here one more time
asking for grapes I'll nail your feet to the floor!"
The next day, the duck waddles into the bar. The bartender eyes
him suspiciously. "Got any nails?" the duck asks.
"No, why?" the bartender asks.
It's all quiet in the dusty saloon in the mid west, when the doors burst open. Standing there is a cowboy. He's mean-looking and a snarl plays over his face. No-one dares move,as he stomps towards the increasingly concerned bartender.
"Waddya wanna drink?" the barman stammered
"Who are you?" asked the barman
"I'm the Brown Paper Cowboy. I wear brown paper clothes with ma brown paper stetson. I shoot with brown paper sixguns. I ride my brown paper horse on a brown paper saddle and I'm wanted in seven states"
"Wot for ?" trembled the barman
[wait for it]