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Okay, so there's this joke I used to tell over and over when I was little. Ready?
Okay so this coyote is in the desert- he's starved and dehydrated and completely down on his luck. Finally, he stumbles across this tiny little saloon in the middle of nowhere and stumbles through the door gasping for breath, whispering, "water...water... i...need...water."
The apathetic bartender looks up from wiping off the bar and says, "get out of here... we don't serve pests."
The coyote whimpers and leaves, I mean, what else can he do right? The man said no.
So anyways, this coyote is persistent. He comes back the next day. And the next. And the next. and each time the bartender kicks him out. Finally, after, like a bajillion times of this poor coyote crawling into the bar gasping "water....waaaattterrrr." The bartender says, "GIT OUTTA HUR. I TOLD YER- WE DON'T SERVE YER KIND!" and takes out a pistol and shoots him in the foot.
Four days go by and the coyote is not seen or heard from.
The Bartender just assumes that the thing is dead but one day in walks the coyote walking unsteadily on two legs, wearing a cowboy hat and boots with a bandage wrapped around his hurt foot. He walks into the bar and the whole saloon goes silent... The bartender is uneasy.
"uh... can I help you pardner?"
The coyote is pissed.
He looks the bartender up and down and replies: "yea... I'm lookin fer the man who shot my paw."

Hahahahaha, it gets me everytime. My brother always used to mess it up and say, "i'm lookin fer the man who shot my father."
But that wouldn't make any sense, would it?
Besides, I've always been a lot better at delivery.