Fri
Sep
19
“ A bear walks into a bar in Billings, Montana and orders a beer. The bartender says to the bear, “I’m sorry, but we don’t serve beers to bears in bars in Billings, Montana”.
The bear asks, “Why not?” to which the bartender replies, “We just don’t serve beers to bears in bars in Billings, Montana”.
The frustrated bear, growls, “If you don’t serve me a beer RIGHT NOW, I’m going to eat that woman over at the end of the bar!”
The bartender calmly responds, “We still don’t serve beers to bears in bars in Billings, Montana.”
The bear in a rage gobbles up the woman at the end of the bar, storms back and demands to be served a beer.
“I’m sorry, we really don’t serve beers to bears in bars in Billings, Montana, and we CERTAINLY don’t serve drug addicts.” the bartender replies.
“Drug addicts?” the bear asks, puzzled, “what makes you think I’m a drug addict?”
“Because of the barbituate.
The bear asks, “Why not?” to which the bartender replies, “We just don’t serve beers to bears in bars in Billings, Montana”.
The frustrated bear, growls, “If you don’t serve me a beer RIGHT NOW, I’m going to eat that woman over at the end of the bar!”
The bartender calmly responds, “We still don’t serve beers to bears in bars in Billings, Montana.”
The bear in a rage gobbles up the woman at the end of the bar, storms back and demands to be served a beer.
“I’m sorry, we really don’t serve beers to bears in bars in Billings, Montana, and we CERTAINLY don’t serve drug addicts.” the bartender replies.
“Drug addicts?” the bear asks, puzzled, “what makes you think I’m a drug addict?”
“Because of the barbituate.
