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 an…