A bear walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender says “Sorry, we don’t serve bears here.” The bear growls at the bartender “I’m a bear! If I want a drink you will damn well give it to me! If you don’t, I’ll claw up your bar!”
The bartender refuses, and the bear digs his claws in and scratches up the surface of the bar. “Ok, what do you think of that? Are you going to give me my drink now?”, the bear shouts. “No, I’m sorry. Company policy. We don’t serve bears here.”
The bear gets really mad. “If you don’t give me a drink, I’ll eat this woman! Now give me my drink!” The bear points at a skanky looking woman at the end of the bar. The bartender refuses again, so the bear grabs the woman and eats her. “There! Are you going to give me my drink, or are you next?”, the bear growls.
The bartender replys, “Sorry, but we don’t serve drug users here.” “What? I’m a bear, not a drug user!”
“Oh yeah, that was a bar-bitch-you-ate.”
Genius joke!
Laughing and groaning at the same time. With a pledge to remember that one and re-tell it.