"Yep, I remember the Oregon Trail. Me and Paw decided to go west to the gold rush, but we ran into a little problem somewhere around Albuquerque...didn't want to go to no Albuquerque but the rabbit said if we turned left there we'd make good time. Anyway, we'd been travellin' fer WEEKS and I noticed that all the conversations I'd been havin' lately were pretty one-sided and Paw hadn't eaten much, so I poked him to wake him up and found that he'd died of dysentery two weeks prior. Didn't have the heart to break it to Maw so I just left him propped up in the saloon...no one noticed the difference and she just assumed he was out drinkin'. So anyway-"
This continues on for eleven more hours till the story ends with the teller getting shot in the back by an Indian, which realistically makes no sense but no one wants to risk hearing more, so it's been left like that for over a century.
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Date: 2010-08-03 01:28 am (UTC)This continues on for eleven more hours till the story ends with the teller getting shot in the back by an Indian, which realistically makes no sense but no one wants to risk hearing more, so it's been left like that for over a century.