A termite walked into a tavern and inquired,“Where’s the bartender?”
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And it was followed by the three legged dog who inquired, “Ah’m lookin’ fer mah paw.”
(I refuse to type my name after that. )
....and the luscious blond looked at both of them, shook her mane and said…...‘hair’!
Church; where sheep congregate to worship a zombie on a stick that turns into a cracker on Sundays…
Those were funny…..“where’s my pah?” Those three critters paint a surreal picture inside that tavern.I like the Lion for a bartender.What’s her specialty “whisker sours?”
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Hounded to tell the truth at all cost, the dog pointed to the bartender and said “she’s lion!”
And the bar, having been quiet for fear of a termite attack, misunderstood at whom that declaration was directed, and said, “I’m knot.”