The Lone Ranger was ambushed and captured by an
enemy Indian war party.
The Indian Chief proclaimed:, "So, you are the great Lone Ranger!".
In honor of the Harvest Festival, you will be executed in three days.
But, before I kill you, I will grant you three requests.
What is your first request?" The Lone Ranger responded: "I'd like to speak to
my horse." The Chief nodded and Silver was brought before the Lone
Ranger,who whispered in Silver's ear.
The horse then galloped away.
Later that evening, Silver returned with a beautiful
blonde woman on his back. As the Indian Chief
watched, the blonde entered the Lone Ranger's tent
and spent the night.The next morning the Indian
Chief admitted that was impressed.
"You have a very fine and loyal horse but I will
still kill you in two days. What is your second
request?" The Lone Ranger again asked to speak to his
horse. Silver was brought to him, and he again
whispered in the horse's ear.
As before, Silver took off across the plains and
disappeared over the horizon. Later that evening, to
the Chief's surprise, Silver again returned, this
time with a brunette, even more attractive than the
blonde. She entered the Lone Ranger's tent and spent
the night. The following morning the Indian Chief was
again impressed.
You are indeed a man of many talents but I still
kill you tomorrow. "What is your last request?" The
Lone Ranger responded, "I'd like to speak to my horse....alone."
The Chief was curious but he agreed
and Silver was brought to the Lone Ranger's tent.
Once they were alone, the Lone Ranger grabbed Silver by
both ears, looked him square in the eye and said,
"Listen very carefully you dumb ass horse.
For the last time . . . BRING POSSEEEE
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