[Lady Sidhe]

This young man in the Old West wanted to be the
best gunfighter alive. One night as he was sitting in
a saloon, he spotted an old man who had the reputation
of being the greatest gunfighter in his day. The
young man walked up to the old man and told him his
dream.

The old man looked him up and down and said "I
have a suggestion that is sure to help." "Tell me,
tell me," said the young man. "Tie the bottom of your
holster lower onto your leg."

"Will that make me a better gunfighter?"
"Definitely," said the old man. The young guy did
what he was told and drew his gun and shot the bow tie
off he piano player.

"Wow, that really helped. Do you have any more
suggestions?" "Yeah, if you cut a notch in the top of
your holster where the hammer hits, the gun will come
out smoother."

"Will that make me a better gunfighter?" "It sure
will," said the old man.

The young guy did what he was told and drew his
gun and shot a cufflink off the piano player. "This is
really helping me. Is there anything else you can
share with me?"

"One more thing," said the old man. "Get that can
of axle grease
over there in the corner and rub it all over your
gun." The young fellow didn't hesitate but started
putting the grease on the gun.

"No, the whole gun, handle and everything." said
the old man. "Will that make me a better gunfighter?"

"No," said the old man, "But when Doc Holliday gets
done playing that piano he's going to shove that gun
up your ass, and it won't hurt as much."