A nasty, sweaty, amazon woman, wearing a sleeveless sun dress, walks into a bar. She raises her arm, revealing a big hairy armpit as she points to all the people sitting at the bar and asks:
“What man out there will buy a lady a drink?”
The whole bar gets dead quiet and all the drinkers try to ignore her; nobody makes eye contact. At the end of the bar sits a skinny little guy well over the limit. He stands up and slams his hand on the bar and says:
“Bartender, I want to buy that ballerina a drink!”
The bartender pours and the woman drinks. A little while later, she turns again to the bar and points around at all of them, again revealing her hairy armpit and asking:
“What man out there will buy a lady a drink?”
Once again, the little drunk slaps his hand down on the bar and says:
“Bartender, I’d like to buy the ballerina another drink!”
After serving the lady her second drink, the bartender approaches the drunk and says, “Look. It’s your business if you want to buy the lady a drink, but why do you keep calling her a ballerina?”
To which, the drunk replies, “Sir, in my eyes, any woman who can lift her leg up that high has got to be a ballerina!”