Alaskan BadA$$ Stranger

One night a dog musher, having spent many days on the trail, pulled into a small town that liked to tease strangers. Seeking refreshment, he entered the tavern and ordered a double whiskey. Sipping it slowly until finished, he walked outside, only to discover that his entire dog team was missing. He turned and walked back into the tavern and pulled a shotgun out from under his large coat. He twirled it on his finger like the Rifleman and fired a shot into the ceiling.

"I'm going to have another whiskey," he announced in a stern voice, "and when I'm done, I'm going back outside. I'd better see my dog team returned. If it ain't, I'm going to do what I had to do in Misvik, and believe me, I don't like to do what I had to do in Misvik."

A few of the locals shuffled nervously in their seats as the stranger returned to the bar and ordered another whiskey and drank it as slowly and calmly as the first one. After finishing, he walked outside in the -30 degree weather, this time to find his team back where it originally was.

Before he mushed off into the darkness, the bartender came outside and asked him "Before you go, stranger, tell me - what did you have to do in Misvik?"

"I had to walk home."

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