The Sheriff hauled Jimmy to the gallows to become acquainted with the hangman’s knot. You see, he tried to clean the table with a counterfeit full-house. Drunk on hooch, the poor kid wasn’t quite as sharp. He should have stayed with the corn whiskey and Miss Kitty’s lace bosom.
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