This guy walks into a bar... (see i told you garfield+ wouldn't want to read it.. hehehe)

He seems to be down on his luck but he wants a beer. He asks the bartender what the cheapest brand is that he has, because he wanted just one beer and he would be on his way...

The bartender, feeling uncharacteristically touched by this guy's misfortune, leans over and talks to the guy...

"You see those three jars of money behind this counter? If you want some extra cash I can think of some ways for you to earn it."

"Okay! I could use extra cash!" he says.

"Well, to earn the first jar you have to drink a case of beer... in ONE hour! If you want the second jar that has even MORE money in it.. well, I have a mean old dog out back with a toothache. If you can pull that tooth, you can have the second jar. THIRD... you see that really old, really lonely looking lady at the end of the bar? You make sweet, sweet love to her and the last jar is all yours..."

The guy looks at the jars and KNOWS he can drink the beers. He has no idea what the dog out back is like, but the dog at the end of the table is really.. umm... NON good looking...

He thinks to himself that all he REALLY wants is some beer and some cash.. sooooo he will take on the first challenge... and just leave

"I'll take the first challengs and drink a CASE of beer in ONE HOUR for that first jar of cash!"

The patrons all cheer and the bartender starts serving beers.

While the patrons all cheer on the man he continues to chug down brews one after the other. Within a few minutes of the hour... he finishes the last beer and a cheer rises from the bar!!!!

The guy staggers over to the bar in front of the first jar and says to the barkeep "YESHHHHH! I beatchoo. Hahahah (hic).. come on wif da casssshhhh..(hic)"... and gets the first jar of cash!

Welp, the guy is feeling really good now! He says to the bartender, "OKAY! Where'sh that pooooch <hic> hehehe... I want that second jar of cashhhh..."

The bartender points to the back door and tells the guy that his "Pooch" is a Rottweiller and grins...

The guy laughs, pulls up his pants by the beltloops, and staggers out the back door. Then there is growling that gets louder and louder. Followed by barking and more growling. Dirt starts flying up all over the place out back, and clouds of dust hide the windows. The obvious sounds of a HUGE fight are going on!!!

The bartender thinks about going to jail since it's HIS dog that is obviously murdering this guy out back.. and shoots up a prayer to please please not let the guy die!!

Al of a sudden the growling stops followed by a long howl! then... silence for several moments.

The back door bangs open! The guy staggers in with torn and bloody shirt.. and says "OKAY!!! Where'sh the hag wif the bad tooth..."



thank you.. thank you very much! dont forget to tip your waiters and waitresses.. I'll be here all week!

Yup.. the flowers are well deserved.

Hahaha, the punchline was unexpected and got me!

Vito

Now that was a good one, the poor doggy.