I love watching old Lone Ranger shows. They are so funny.
At the end of each show, somebody doesn't know who the masked man is that has been helping them so somebody else has to say, "Why, that's the Lone Ranger!"
How many people do you suppose ran around the West in a black mask? dressed in tight pants that perfectly matched the tight pullover top? and rode a big white horse with a fancy silver martingale? and had an Indian named Tonto for a best friend?
Were there really so many that you couldn't tell them apart?
Last week I watched an episode about a beautiful senorita and her Irish father on a stage coach. (According to LR, there are/were a lot of Irishmen in Mexico.) LR and Tonto saved them by chasing away the bad guys and stopping the stage. Afterwards they all stood around chatting.
When it came time to get back in the stage, the Lone Ranger shoved the old man out of the way so he could grab Miss Hot Stuff by the elbow & help her up the steps. The old man's lucky he wasn't knocked flat on his back and stepped on in the ranger's rush to get to the lady.
LR! You masked little devil!
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