A dog walks in to a bar and orders a beer. The bartender pulls out a gun, shoots the dog in the foot, and yells, “We don’t serve dogs here. Scram!”
A year later, the dog comes back, and there’s a different bartender. The dog says, “I’m looking for the man who shot my paw.”
A dog walks in to a bar and orders a beer. The bartender pulls out a gun, shoots the dog in the foot, and yells, “We don’t serve dogs here. Scram!”
A year later, the dog comes back, and there’s a different bartender. The dog says, “I’m looking for the man who shot my paw.”
I’m pretty sure Pearls Before Swine did that one.
I might not be the type to run a bar, but if I did and a cute and friendly pup came up to ask for a beer…
I’d just ask for an ID. Can’t be serving minors y’know.
“You were born three years ago? Okay, here’s your beer.”
Hey, three’s adult in dog years far as I know.