An old joke

One day, during the times when Pancho Villa was being pursued by the US government and chased by yankee troops deep into Mexico, the soldiers had been riding for weeks and came upon a humble shack.

Out front of the shack was a guy who looked in terrible shape. His mouth was crusty and foul, there were flies buzzing around him.

The front riding soldier called out to him, ‘Hey Paco, do you know Pancho Villa??’

The man looked up at him, grizzled with skeptical contempt.

‘Do I know Pancho Villa?,’ he spit.

‘I was sitting here, minding my business when Pancho Villa and his men rode up. They asked if I had food. If I had water. Whisky. Tequila. Anything. I told them “No,” and they get pissed off at me. Insult me.

‘Then Pancho Villa sees one of horses shits in front of me, and he gets excited and points at the shit and tells me I need to eat the shit.

‘What could I do? He had a gun. I ate the shit.

‘Pancho Villa and his men thought that was the funniest thing ever. They laugh. They go crazy. In fact, they laugh so hard that Pancho Villa falls off his horse and drops his gun right in front of me. I jump up fast and pick up the gun and point it at Pancho Villa.

“Now, Pancho Villa, YOU eat the shit.”

‘What could he do? I had a gun.

‘He ate the shit.

‘And it was my turn to laugh. And I laughed my ass off, and even his own men laughed, and then I looked around and saw even Pancho Villa was laughing, and we were there in the dust with the horses kicking around and it felt like even the horses were laughing.

‘And now you come here, with all your men and you ask me if I know Pancho Villa.

‘Do I know Pancho Villa?? Yea, sure—We ate lunch together.’