Jokes for all occasions: marksmanship

During the Saturday night revels in a frontier town, the scrawniest and skinniest beanpole-type citizen got shot in the leg. The only doctor in the town had done celebrating and gone to bed. A posse of citizens pounded on the doctor’s door, until he thrust his head out of a window.

“Whazzamazzer?” he called down.

“Comea-runnin’, Doc. Joe Jinks’s been shot.”

“Whereabouts shot?”

“In the laig.”

Some shootin’!” And the doctor slammed the window shut.