A drunk walks into a bar, sits down, and demands a drink.
“Get out!” yells the bartender. “I don’t serve drunks here.”
The guy staggers out the front door, comes in through the side door, sits down, bangs his fist, and loudly demands a drink.
“I thought I just told you to get out,” says the bartender.
So the drunk gets up, stumbles out the side door, and returns through the back door. He again sits down and angrily calls for a drink.
The bartender walks over to the guy and yells, “I told you, no drunks allowed. Now get the hell out!”
The drunk looks up and slurs, “Hey, buddy, how many fuckin’ bars do you work at, anyway?” |
