I'm a cowboy

I get into a bar and they all look at me. filthy, reeking mexicans. I hate these guys. so I slam my fist on a table, everything goes silent. I tell em ''alright beaners. my horse's tied outside. I'm gonna drink a whiskey. then I'm gonna take a shit. when I'm back, my horse better still be tied right where I left it, otherwise... that won't leave me a choice. I'm 'a have to do that same thing I did *back in El paso*''

that scared them silent. I hear a few gasps. I drink my whiskey and go to the shitter. after I'm done I head for the door, horse's still there. I saddle up and hear behind me ''stranger, wait'' it's the barman ''you have to tell us. what's that thing you did back in El Paso?''

so I tell em ''back in El Paso I went in a saloon. bunch of taco eating slackers there. I drink my whiskey, go to the shitter and one o' them steals my horse''

''so what did you do?''

''I walked''