A Man Was Driving Through West Texas
One spring evening, a guy was traveling across west Texas.
He hadn’t seen anyone for what felt like hours on the road.
Suddenly, his automobile began to cough and sputter, and the engine stopped slowly, leaving him alone on the side of the road.
He lifted the hood and searched around to see if there was anything he could do to restart it.
Unfortunately, his expertise in autos was minimal, so all he could do was inspect the engine.
As he stood there, staring at the flashlight’s increasingly dim glow, he chastised himself for not putting in new batteries as he had told himself.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the murky shadows.
The man raised up quickly, striking his head on the underside of the hood.
“Who said that?” he demanded.
One spring evening, a guy was traveling across west Texas.
He hadn’t seen anyone for what felt like hours on the road.
Suddenly, his automobile began to cough and sputter, and the engine stopped slowly, leaving him alone on the side of the road.
He lifted the hood and searched around to see if there was anything he could do to restart it.
Unfortunately, his expertise in autos was minimal, so all he could do was inspect the engine.
As he stood there, staring at the flashlight’s increasingly dim glow, he chastised himself for not putting in new batteries as he had told himself.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the murky shadows.
“Yes, it was! Am I crazy?”
“No, you ain’t crazy. In fact, you’re lucky,” said the rancher,
“because that black horse doesn’t know sh*t about cars.”
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