| | | A confident, large woman in a sleeveless sundress strolled into a bar, raising her right arm high. The gesture revealed an exceptionally hairy armpit, which she displayed without hesitation as she called out, “Which one of you fine gentlemen will buy a lady a drink?”
The room fell into an awkward silence as patrons suddenly found their glasses and tables very interesting. But from the far end of the bar, a heavily intoxicated man banged his fist on the counter and slurred, “Get the ballerina a drink!”
The bartender, stifling a chuckle, poured her a drink, which she downed with gusto. Not missing a beat, she repeated her performance, raising her arm and declaring, “Who’s buying the next round?”
Once again, the drunk enthusiastically pounded the bar and yelled, “Another drink for the ballerina!”
Unable to contain his curiosity, the bartender leaned over and whispered, “Hey, it’s your money, but why do you keep calling her a ballerina?”
The drunk turned to him with a lopsided grin and said, “Any woman who can lift her leg that high has gotta be a ballerina |
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