Here's another one. Hope it's OK.
An old gunslinger is sitting at the bar in a Wild West town, when a young man approaches him.
“Hey old timer”, says the younger feller, “Can I buy you a drink?”
The old man nods, and the bartender pours him another shot.
“I don’t mean to intrude sir”, says the young man, “but I heard you’re the oldest gunslinger in these here parts.” The older man cocks an eyebrow, and the youngster continues. “I’m a bit of a gunslinger myself, and I was wondering if you could perhaps give me a few tips.”
“Sure son”, says the old gunslinger. “Buy me another drink, and I’ll be glad to help.”
The young gun nods to the bar man again, and he pours another shot.
“Well first let me see your gun”, says the old guy.
The young man hands him his Colt, and the old feller studies it, cocks the hammer, spins the cylinder, and puts it close to his ear.
“Well, you see this pin here son”, says the old man, “that needs just a fraction filing off it.”
“Thanks sir”, says the young gunslinger, and he takes his gunslinger’s tool-roll out of his saddle-bag and rolls it out on the bar. He removes a needle-file, and while the bartender is pouring the old man another shot, he sets to work on the pin. Just a few strokes on the pin in question are all that is required, and putting the file back into his tool-roll, the young gun fires off a shot from his Colt. Faster than lightning, the bullet goes straight across the room and shoots the bow-tie off the piano player.
“Wow, thank you sir”, says the youngster. “That’s really made a difference, can I buy you another drink?”
The bar-keep pours another shot, and the young man continues, “And have you any more tips?”
The old gunslinger drinks the shot, and looks the younger man up and down. Then he says, “See your holster, try dropping it down lower, just a few inches.”
The youngster adjusts his belt so the holster sits real low down on his hip. He stands upright and quickly draws, firing off a shot which, this time, shoots off the piano-player’s cufflinks.
“Hey”, says the youngster. “That’s the fastest I’ve ever drawn. Thank you sir. Please, if you give me any more advice I’d be happy to pay for your drinks the rest of the night.”
The barman pours another shot, and the old gunslinger drinks it down.
“Leave the bottle bar-keep”, says the young gunslinger.
The old gunslinger turns and looks at the younger feller, he ponders a while, then says, “See that Colt, what you need to do is cover it in grease.”
“Any particular kind of grease?” The young man asks.
“Nope”, says the old guy. “Any kind of grease you can find will do.”
“OK”, says the young gun, “and where should I put the grease?”
“Oh, says the old timer, “Cover the whole thing, from the barrel right down to the butt.”
“The whole thing?” Says the young gunslinger. “Won’t that make it kind of slippery and hard to get a grip of?”
“Yes son”, says the old feller, as he raises his glass to his lips, “It probably will.”
“Then why would I do that?” The young man asks.
“Because when Wyatt Earp finishes playing that piano...”