A foal walks into a bar and says quietly to the bartender "Pint of stout, please." The bartender - with a hand to his ear - looks at the foal and says, "What?"
Again the foal says quietly, "Pint of stout, please." again the bartender asks, "What?"
Once more the foal quietly says, "Pint of stout, please." The bartender replies, "Look, buddy you're going to have to speak up, I can't hear you."
The foal then says, "Sorry, I'm just a little horse."
OblSB, PhD, KOSG
"By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher." -Socrates
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