A man walks into a bar with a giraffe on a leash. He buys himself a beer and one for the giraffe. The giraffe drinks his beer, then buys the next round. They carry on drinking for an hour or so taking it in turns to buy the beers. At closing time, the man gets up, and staggers away from the bar towards the door. The giraffe simply passes out and collapses on the floor in front of the bar.
"Oi!!!", calls the barkeep as the man is about to leave. "You can't leave that lyin' there!!!"
"What are you, nuts?!!", replies the drunk. "That ain't no lion....it's a giraffe!"
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A man goes running up to a bar. "Bartender quick! A double scotch before the trouble starts!!"
The bartender looks around and towards the door, but all appears quiet. He serves a double to the customer who slugs it down in one and then demands another.
"Hurry up man! Quick, before the trouble starts!"
The bartender quickly passes him another double which he downs in one.
"Quick, quick....another before the s*** really hits the fan!"
A third double disappears.
"So what's this trouble that's about to start?" he asks the man while scanning the bar for signs of a disturbance.
"Gimme another double, quickly, and I'll tell you!!"
He nails the fourth as fast as the first three.
"So what gives? What trouble?" asks the bar tender.
"Well....you just served me four doubles, and the trouble is, I don't have any money!"
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A nun walks into a liquor store and asks to buy a bottle of Scotch.
The storekeeper is a little concerned about selling hard liquor to a nun and voices his feelings.
"Oh, it's all right." says the nun. "It's purely for medicinal purposes. The Mother Superior has the most terrible constipation!"
Somewhat reassured, he sells her the bottle. She leaves the store, walks round the corner and proceeds to drain the bottle. Staggering a little, she returns to the store and, slurring slightly, asks for another bottle.
"I'm sorry, but I'm really not happy about selling you any more.", the man states.
"My good man." begins the nun. "It's purely for medicinal purposes I assure you. The Mother Superior is really suffering!"
"Oh well. I suppose then....", he says and sells her another bottle. She leaves the store, goes round the corner and drinks the Scotch.
Staggering back in, she asks for a third bottle.
"Now listen here!" the keeper retorts. "I'm not selling you any more booze. I'm not falling for that line about your Mother Superior and her constipation any more!"
"Well," giggles the nun, "she really does have constipation but boy, is she going to sh1t herself when she sees the state of me!!!!"