I’ve had this unfinished joke rolling around in my head for years. If the teeming masses can’t finish it, then all is lost.
A man walked into a pub with a with his dog. The two sat down at the bar. The man noticed that the bartender was blind, and after marveling at the bartender’s abilities, thought nothing more of it.
While motioning to his dog, the man said, “I’ll take a Scotch neat but my bitch is fine.” The bartender was momentarily stunned that the man would call what the bartender thought was the man’s date, a “bitch”, but over the years he’d heard worse. He served the man, and after finishing his drink, the man paid and the two left.
The next day the man returned to the pub carrying a well-worn gym bag. Inside the bag was a month’s worth of old dirty sweat socks, so it was putting out a pretty good stench. He sat down at the bar and said to the bartender, “I’ll take a Scotch neat and do you mind if my old bag stays in the corner? She’s putting out a pretty good stink. Shouldn’t bother anyone over there.”
“Old bag?!? Stench?!?”, the bartender thought. Again thinking that the man was referring to a date, he subdued a seething desire to punch the man right then and there. After the moment of shock, the bartender hesitantly said, “Uh…sure.” and served up the Scotch. Within minutes the man had finished his drink, paid, retrieved his bag and left.
*The third day the man returned with a hot date. The two sat down at the bar and the man called to the bartender. *
Ok, that’s as far as I’ve ever gotten. How does it end? If you want to change his “dates” or any details, go 'head.
P.S. (Please…it’s a joke, not a philosophical discussion of the physically challenged. If you take offense, I’ll apologize now.):smack:
