So, you see, I've been growing my beard out lately, just to see how grey, or white, it has become over the years. Awhile back, Tombo said "Let's see a picture!" But I declined at that time because it was mostly stubble. But the other night, as I was on a nice run of cards down at Old Charlie's Hootch-n-Stuff saloon, somebody with one of them damned new fangled cell phone cameras got a picture of me.
It wasn't long before the sheriff showed up and checked the cards. Blast him, he says they were coming from a marked deck. I don't have any idea what he was talkin' about but it doesn't matter. Now here I sit in the hoosegow (jail) waiting for Angel Mary to come by with a cake I told her to bring me.
The worst part of this is after all these years of foolin' you folks with pictures from my youth, now you know what I really look like! Once I get out of here I'm going to have to do something with my appearance to fool them boys followin' the reward posters!
It wasn't long before the sheriff showed up and checked the cards. Blast him, he says they were coming from a marked deck. I don't have any idea what he was talkin' about but it doesn't matter. Now here I sit in the hoosegow (jail) waiting for Angel Mary to come by with a cake I told her to bring me.
The worst part of this is after all these years of foolin' you folks with pictures from my youth, now you know what I really look like! Once I get out of here I'm going to have to do something with my appearance to fool them boys followin' the reward posters!