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A man wanders into a pub and orders a rounds of drinks for everyone in the pub,
and one for the barman.
He repeats this five or six times, at which point the barman (or woman) gets
nervous and asks "Can you pay for this?".
To which the reply is "No."
The man is thrown out on the street.
Same man comes back next night, orders a round of drinks for everyone and then
turns to the barman and says "None for you, you get mad after a couple."
Another man, same pub (it gets a lot of this kind of thing) rushes in.
"Who owns the great dane outside!?!?"
A huge man gets up, all scars and tattoes. "I do, why?"
"Well, my yorkie's just killed it!"
"What, your yorkie killed my great dane? How?"
"Your great dane choaked on it!"
Yet another man (awful lot of men about this place) comes into the same pub,
with a strange dog on a leash. A chap, who was sitting in the corner gets up
and walks over.
"Does your dog fight?" He asks.
The man with the strange dog looks down at it and says "Beat any dog alive"
"Naw, won't beat my Bess" Says the second man indicating a huge pit bull.
"Bet you #100 he will"
The dogs are taken out back and in about 30 seconds, Bess is strips of bloody
meat spread up the alley.
"Jesus wept!" Says the second man "What kind of dog is that?"
"Well, its a long tailed, bald, south american terrier"
"A what?"
"A long tailed, bald, south american terrier. 'Course, most people call them
alligators."
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