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Posted by: yanksare
Late Monday night in a local San Antonio watering hole
You want something else, Captain?
“Sheriff, the name’s Sheriff. And yeah, keep ‘em coming.”
“I coulda been something ya know. National Champions. Cozell Freakin McQueen. Winking at me. Where’s my drink?”
So, did you watch the big game?
“Did I watch the big game? Did I watch the big game? Don’t ya know who I am? Doncha recognize me?”
Yeah, buddy you’re Colonel Sanders or whatever you keep calling yourself.
“The Sheriff. Sheriff not colonel and not Sanders. I used to coach. That coulda been me. National Championship in 16th year. Humbled by the process. Bahh.. I hate him. I hate him. Damn napkin. Could a been me I tell ya.”
Whatever Deputy. Another one?
“Yea, and it’s not deputy it’s, oh nevermind. Keep em coming.”
“What am I supposda write now? He did it. He actually did it. Son of a b——. I hate em. I really hate em.”
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