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A man walks into a bar and sits down at a stool. He orders a beer from
the barman and sits quietly and drinks it. As soon as he finishes, he
calls the barman over and says to him, "Have you got an out-house nearby?"
The barman looks at his customer and says, "I haven't seen an out-house in
years. The Men's restroom is right behind you, through that door. Why
don't you use it instead."
The customer shook his head and ordered another beer. When he finished
it, he called over the barman again. "Are you sure you don't have an
out-house around here?"
The barman got a little excited. "Listen, we're in the middle of New York
city. There hasn't been an out-house in New York city for over 50 years.
Just use the Men's restroom, ok?"
The customer just shook his head and ordered another beer. When he
finished the third beer he called the barman back over again. "About that
out-house..." the customer said.
The barman got a crazy look in his eye as he said, "Just use the damn
Men's restroom, and don't ask me about any more out-houses!"
"But I take salts," the customer said.
"I don't care what you take, use the Men's restroom," yelled the barman.
The customer got up from his stool and went to the men's room. Five
minutes later he came back out and sat at the bar and ordered another
beer.
The barman gave his customer his beer and decided he needed to visit the
bathroom himself. The bar was empty except for the one customer, so he
asked the customer if he would watch the bar for a minute. The customer
shook his head yes, and the barman walked into the Men's restroom.
As the barman walked through the door he saw shit everywhere. There was
shit on the ceiling, shit on the walls, shit on the stalls, shit
everywhere. He went running back out into the bar and screamed at the
customer, "Exactly what kind of salts do you take?"
The customer looked at the barman and calmly said, "Why somersaults, of
course!"
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