A ducks walks into a bar and asks, "Got any grapes?" The bartender, confused, tells the ducks that no, his bar doesn't serve grapes. The duck thanks him and leaves.
The next day, the duck returns and says, "Got any grapes?" Again, the bartender tells him that, no, the bar does not serve grapes, has never served grapes, and, furthermore, will never serve grapes. The duck, a little ruffled, thanks him and leaves.
The next day, the duck returns, but before he can say anything, the bartender begins to yell: ''Listen, duck! This is a bar! We do not serve fucking grapes! If you ever ask for grapes again, I will nail your stupid fucking webbed duck feet to the fucking floor!''
The duck is silent for a moment, and then asks, ''Got any nails?''
A very pissed off bartenders replies “No I do not have any fucking nails!!!!”
''Got any grapes?''
2 comments:
I love that joke. Mostly because of the talking duck, I think.
Now, I must apologise for my extended absence. I thought I'd subscribed to your site feed, but it turns out I'd mistyped it (the horror) and all this time I just thought you weren't blogging! How wrong I was will you ever forgive me etc!
You are forgiven of course.....
I have gotten addicted to Facebook though - so tis could be a little sporadic for a while. You know, just like when you get new shoes and they are all you want to wear for the next three weeks until you realise that they aeren't that comfortable or that cool and your adidas trainers are always the best choice...............
I also love this joke with a passion. I have been telling EVERYONE!!
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