And asks the bartender "do you have any grapes?"
The bartender says "no" and the duck walks out.
Next day, same duck walks into the bar and asks "do you have any grapes?"
The bartender says "NO! I told you before, now get out of my bar, duck!" And the duck walks out.
Next day the duck walks into the bar and the bartender says "if you ask me if I have grapes I will nail your beak to this bar!"
The duck asks "do you have any nails" and the bartender answers "no, of course not!" Then the duck says "so, do you have any grapes?"
At this point, enraged, the bartender leaps over the bar. He grabs the duck in a thick, meaty hand around the throat eliciting a pleading croak of a quack. He proceeds to drag the duck behind the bar, open the refrigerator, stick the flapping duck's body in and slams the door repeatedly. Blood and feathers litter the floor of the bar and the sides of the industrial refrigerator.
Winded and shaken up, the bartender begins the slow and grusome task of cleaning up his mess. As he wipes down the shelves he spots something he had forgotten three days ago. His lunchbag. Full of juicy fresh grapes.
With overwhelming sadness at his own cruelty and lack of compassion, he finally decides to go back on his medication.
Submitted February 14, 2016 at 01:01AM by somethinginteresting http://ift.tt/1SNnHco AntiAntiJokes
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