A cowboy lay sprawled across three seats in the posh Amarillo Theater.
When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the cowboy, "Sorry,
sir, but you're only allowed one seat."

The cowboy groaned but didn't budge. The usher became more impatient.
"Sir, if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the
manager."

The cowboy just groaned. The usher marched briskly back up the aisle, and in a
moment he returned with the manager.
Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy, but with no
success. Finally, they summoned the police.

The cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy, what's
your name?"

"Sam," the cowboy moaned.

"Where ya from, Sam?"

With pain in his voice Sam replied, "The balcony."

 

LMAO, thats a good one...

 

that was good...wasnt expecting that!