Legal humor here.
“It’s been three days, sheriff! How’s that ‘head ’em off at the pass’ shit workin’ out for ya?”
“Hey, sheriff! Are those horses you’re ridin’, or mules!”
“Only two miles to the border, sheriff! Hope you like chili!”
“What’s that you’re ridin’, sheriff? A rockin’ horse or a rockin’ chair?”
“Back off, sheriff! Think those pinewood ponies you’re ridin’ can handle the Great Salt? Think again!”
“Damn it, sheriff! Title 44 CFR Part 17 guidelines for affirmative consent don’t apply to dance hall girls!”
“Lordy, where’d you learn to ride? A merry-go-round?”
“Have it your way, sheriff! For now! But same-sex marriage will come to Yucca Flats!”
“Oh, yeah, you’ll catch us! Guess that was the sarsaparilla talkin’!”
“Rock on, sheriff! You’re goin’ home to an empty jail with an ass full of splinters!”
