Thanks to Jim in Oklahoma, a gem for my blog.
A drunken cowboy lay sprawled across 3 entire seats in the Posh Amarillo Theater.
When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the cowboy, "Sorry, but you're only allowed one seat". The cowboy groaned but didn't budge.
The usher became more impatient. "If you don't get up from there, I'm going to have to call the manager."
Once again, the cowboy just groaned.
The usher marched briskly back up the aisle and in a moment, he returned with the manager.
Together, the 2 of them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy, but with no success.
Finally, they summoned the police.
The Texas Ranger surveyed the situation briefly, then asked, "All right buddy, what's your name?"
"Fred", the cowboy moaned.
"Where ya from, Fred,?" asked the Ranger.
With terrible pain in his voice and without moving a muscle, Fred replied, "The Balcony."
