@lmur,
lmur wrote:
Later that night, the same bear lurched towards the bar-counter and drunkenly said 'gimme a whiskey and....ahm....soda.'
The barman refused. 'You've had enough. Go home, my furry friend.'
Enraged, the bear sank his teeth into the counter, removing a large chunk. 'WHISKEY AND....AHM...SODA NOW!' he roared.
'Sorry,' said the barman, 'I don't serve drunken bears that take drugs.'
'Whaddya mean? Take drugs. I don't take drugs.'
'You don't?' Replied the barmen. 'What about that bar bit you ate?'
Had to read that through a couple of times, Imur...the last one out loud.
That did the job. Funny!
ANYWAY...the bear then went out into the woods to take dump. Sitting across from him was a rabbit also taking a dump.
The bear asks the rabbit, "Do you ever have trouble with **** sticking to your fur."
"Never," answers the rabbit.
So the bear wiped his ass with the rabbit.
