Back in the nineteenth century, an English tourist visits America. After landing, he books into a hotel, then asks the receptionist where he can find a guide to show him around.
" Go down to the Saloon, you will find one there" he is told.
In the Saloon, he asks the Bartender if he knows a guide. A big rough looking fella is pointed out.
He goes over to the chap and says....."Excuse me, are you a guide"
"Yup" says the fella, " I sure am. In fact I'm the best guide ever was. I'm the best tracker there ever was. I'm the best hunter there ever was. In fact, I'm so good, they even named a knife after me.
"You mean you're, you're, you're Jim B...
"Yup, thats right, fella, Jim Bread"
Tony
