Irish ballerina
A large woman, wearing a sleeveless sun-dress, walked into a Pub in
Dublin. She raised her right arm, revealing a huge, hairy armpit as
she pointed to all the people sitting at the bar and asked, "What man
here will buy a lady a drink?"
The Pub went silent as the patrons tried to ignore her. But down at
the end of the bar, an owl-eyed drunk slammed his hand down on the
counter and bellowed, "Give the ballerina a drink!" The barman poured
the drink and the woman chugged it down.
She turned to the patrons and again pointed around at all of them,
revealing the same hairy armpit, and asked, "What man here will buy a
lady a drink?"
Once again, the same little drunk slapped his money down on the bar
and said, "Give the ballerina another drink!"
The barman approached the little drunk and said, "Tell me, Paddy,
it's your business if you want to buy the lady a drink, but why do
you keep calling her the ballerina?"
The drunk replied, "Any woman who can lift her leg that high has got
to be a ballerina!"
Andy
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.
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