Arriving for her artificial insemination, Mrs. Aldiss was surprised when the attendant locked the door behind them and began taking off his clothes. "And just what do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "Sorry," said the young man, "but we're all out of the bottled stuff. I've got to give you draft."
ROFLMAO!!! I like that one!
Ya know, I thought the head on this Guinness looked a little too creamy...
Posted by: Harvey on August 13, 2004 07:21 AMGreat bartender joke. ; )
Posted by: Key on August 13, 2004 09:35 AMHeh... I just "Madfished" your beer, Harbey!
Posted by: Mudfish Billie on August 13, 2004 06:56 PM[throws handful of pretzels at Bartender]
Posted by: Harvey on August 13, 2004 10:59 PM