A Texan
 

A Texan went to Chicago and thought he would buy a new "city" outfit.

He went into Marshall Fields and when asked by a sweet young woman if
she could help him, he answered, "Yes ma'am. Ya see, I'm from Texas and
I want to buy a complete city outfit."

Her eyes lit up as she asked, "Where would you like to start?"
"Well, ma'am, how about a suit?"
"Yes sir. What size?"
"Size 53 tall, ma'am."
"Wow, that's really big."
"Yes ma'am, they really grow them big in Texas."

"What's next?" she asked.

He replied, "How about some shoes?"
"What size?"
"Size 15 double E."
"Wow, that's really big!"
"Yes ma'am. They really grow them big in Texas."

"What's next?"

"Well, I reckon I'll need a shirt."
"Yes sir. What size?"
"Nineteen and a half neck, sleeves 38," he replied.
"Wow, that's really big!"
"Yes ma'am. They really grow them big in Texas."

"Will there be anything else?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am. I 'spect I'll need a hat."
"Yes sir. What size? and style?"
"Eight and five-eighths. Stetson."
"Wow, that's really big!"
"Yes ma'am. They really grow them big in Texas."

She virtually glowed as she asked, "Is there anything else I can
do for you?"

"No ma'am , I reckon that will be all."

As the sweet young thing tallied up his bill, and as the Texan
counted out his money, she blushed and asked, "Sir, could I ask
you a question?"

"Yes ma'am, I already know what it is. And the answer is four
inches."

Astonished, she blurted out, "Why, my boyfriend is bigger than
that!"




Without so much as a stutter, the Texan
replied,.......................................... ...










(You're going to love this one!)











>From the floor ma'am.................From the floor.

:cid: :cid: :cid:

He'd better watch his steps :rotf: