The wall behind where the screen had been was pockmarked with holes of various sizes. He told me that's where the bullets from the movies hit. I almost wanted to believe him! Ah, the good old days! Stan
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That's a good one, Stan! Actually was joking about the no-ice-cube drinks. Was trying to spin another tall tale, but stalled out at the apogee of my hyperbolic arc, entered a terminal flat spin and wound up in a beet field.

Maybe our cowboy heroes had specially modified six-shooters with banana clips in the handles to keep the action going. I always wondered about that too. And also how the bad guys always missed the good guy from about 30 feet away.

Mike