My morning as a Texan

Knock on the door… I open the door with my 1911 cocked locked and ready to rock.

It’s a sheriff with his tone drawn. He goes to shoot my dog but the dog pulls a beretta. We laugh at the dog for his immigrant gun.

Sheriff tells me there’s trouble at the watering hole so I ride out to grab bubba.

I shoot my horse because I was pretty sure it hurt its leg later and grab one of the many spares roaming around…

Head to the watering hole to see an Italian man in a native headdress…

Shoot him because it was my right as an American

It was my Pa.