Geez, Bill, it's an old joke and in mixed company the punchline usually comes out as:

"and the Texan staggered in through the door, covered in cuts and scratches, and barely able to stand because of the amount of whisky he'd drunk and just about fainting from blood loss. He blearily eyed the assembled sourdoughs at the bar who were all sniggering into their Buds. He tried to speak a couple of times and failed, but eventually managed to get his question out:

"All right, you bashtids ... now whersh thish Eskimo wumman y'all want me to wrassle?"