In Fond Rememberance...

A geologist, a woodworker and a fisherman go into a bar. The bartender looks at them and says .....


Joe(Wait. I need to put this in the "Harder to Do" thread.)Nation

That's not funny.

"You know, we have a drink named after you?"

"Thats funny" said the fisherman
"How did they know my name was Ralph"

we don't allow scissors paper rock in here

The bartender says, get that fly out of our beer, put yer club to the side with the others, and show us the damned nugget.

Christ, it's just like chicken.

they think as one:

the fisherman decides the flies are too good to eat and slips a few into his bait bag

the geologist marvels at the paleontology of the wings and the moh in the moho

the carpenter imagines an eternity cooped up with his father

the swat team bursts in and the bartender charges for the nibbles

Will you people please be quiet! It's five o'clock in the morning here!

A geologist, a woodworker and a fisherman go into a bar. The bartender looks at them and says .....

"If you're looking for women, I've got bad news there only one in the back room."
They say that's Okay.
Off they go into the back room.

This story isn't over yet because even though the geologist got his rocks off and the woodworker got hammered, the fisherman continues with her even now....


unabated.

Joe(thankyouthankyou, I'll be here all week)Nation

>groan

You're right Bella. All the good humor IS gone...

chill out.
look who just pulled up in the parking lot...