11-10-2003, 02:39 PM
A kangaroo hops into a saloon in midtown Manhattan, saunters up the the bar, and catches the eye of the bartender.
"I'll have a Sem Adams heah, mate, if ya please!"
The bartender, mouth wide open in amazement at a talking kangaroo, promptly pours a Sam Adams and brings it to the 'roo.
"That will be $6.00, sir!" he stammers.
The kangaroo reaches into its pouch and pulls out six dollars, giving the barkeep a withering glare. It then watches the basketball game on the TV, a Spurs-Knicks match, with only mild interest as it sips the beer. Soon enough, the glass is empty and the 'roo catches the bartender's eye again.
"Another Sem Adams, please, I'm a bit parched today."
The bartender brings a fresh beer in a fresh glass and asks for another "$6.00 sir!"
The kangaroo gives him another piercing glare, and hands over the money.
The bartender, very uncumfortable and noting the lack of a tip twice in a row, blurts out:
"You know, sir, we don't see very many kangaroos here at the 35th Street Tavern."
To which the kangaroo replies:
"Well, mate, if you keep mistaking a female for a male, can't put rugby or footie on the telly, and charge six dollars a glass for average beer, you won't see any more in the future!"
"I'll have a Sem Adams heah, mate, if ya please!"
The bartender, mouth wide open in amazement at a talking kangaroo, promptly pours a Sam Adams and brings it to the 'roo.
"That will be $6.00, sir!" he stammers.
The kangaroo reaches into its pouch and pulls out six dollars, giving the barkeep a withering glare. It then watches the basketball game on the TV, a Spurs-Knicks match, with only mild interest as it sips the beer. Soon enough, the glass is empty and the 'roo catches the bartender's eye again.
"Another Sem Adams, please, I'm a bit parched today."
The bartender brings a fresh beer in a fresh glass and asks for another "$6.00 sir!"
The kangaroo gives him another piercing glare, and hands over the money.
The bartender, very uncumfortable and noting the lack of a tip twice in a row, blurts out:
"You know, sir, we don't see very many kangaroos here at the 35th Street Tavern."
To which the kangaroo replies:
"Well, mate, if you keep mistaking a female for a male, can't put rugby or footie on the telly, and charge six dollars a glass for average beer, you won't see any more in the future!"
Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the Men 'O War!
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete