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Joke 562

6 Oct


It is possible I have told this joke once:

A man walks into a bar carrying jumper cables.

The bartender says, “Hey! Don’t you try to start anything in here.”

Source: http://www.jokebuddha.com/Jumper#ixzz28FzMIiSb

OK Bartender

OK Bartender (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So here’s another, which I might also have told; I’m starting to lose track:

A man walks into a bar and has a couple of beers. Once he is done the bartender tells him he owes $9.00. “But I paid, don’t you remember?” says the customer.

“Okay,” says the bartender, “if you said you paid, you did.”

The man goes outside and tells the first person he sees that the bartender can’t keep track of whether his customers have paid.

The man he told rushes into the bar, orders a beer, and pulls the same stunt. The bartender replies, “If you say you paid, I’ll take your word for it.”

Soon the customer goes into the street, sees an old friend, and tells him how to get free drinks.  That man hurries into the bar and begins to drink highballs when, suddenly, the bartender leans over and says, “You know, a funny thing happened in here tonight.  Two men were drinking beer, neither paid and both claimed that they did.  The next guy who tries that is going to get punched right in the nose.”

“Don’t bother me with your troubles,” the final patron responds.  “Just give me my change and I’ll be on my way.”

Source: http://www.jokes4us.com/


Joke 558

2 Oct

Thanks to Janie Jonesfor this one.


strings (Photo credit: missy & the universe)

A string had a horrible day.  It was the worst day of his whole life, which was saying something.  As he was making his way home he decided to stop for a few drinks, hoping to forget about it all.  He found a little hole in the wall bar and hopping onto a bar stool called out for a shot of Tequila.   The bartender turned around and with a look of surprise said, “Hey, aren’t you a string?”

“Yeah,”  said the string.

“You better get outta here.  We don’t serve your kind.”  

“What?” said the string.

“You heard me.  We don’t serve your kind.  Now get.”

Confused, the string tried to reason with the bartender.  “Look,” he said, “I think we got off on the wrong foot.  I had a horrible day, and now I just want to drown myself in a bottle of Tequila.  My money is good.”  To prove his point the string slapped a fifty dollar bill on the bar.

Enraged, the bartender shoved the money back at the string and hollered, “I don’t care about your money or what kinda day you had.  We don’t serve strings here.  Get out of my bar or I’ll call the cops!”  At this point a few other customers rose up from their seats, glaring at the string and flexing their muscles.

“All right!  All right!  I’m leaving!”  the string said as he backed away toward the door.

Once out in the street the string sagged against the wall of the bar.  He was angry, confused and he wanted that drink more than ever.  Suddenly, an idea came to him.  He deftly folded his top half over and around his bottom half, until he looked like a pretzel.  Then he stretched his two ends away from each other until he had formed himself into a tight knot.  He tore at the loose ends of himself until the fibres of his string body were frayed and strode purposefully back into the bar.

“Good evening bartender.  Gimme a Tequila, and leave the bottle!”  He jumped onto the stool and slapped his money on the table.

The bartender looked him up and down and growled, “Hey, aren’t you that string I just sent packing?”

“Nope.  I’m a frayed knot.”

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