Thank you for my first lol of the day!
So this bear watches a Coors Beer truck crossing the mountains several times a week and the bear thinks to himself, “I want to try one of those Coors Beers!”
He follows the road to a bar and sees the Coors Beer truck pulling out. He walks into the bar, slides into a booth and waves to the barkeep. “I’ll try one of those Coors Beers!”
The bartender replies, “Bob’s bar doesn’t serve bears beer.”
The bear says, “What?”
“Bob’s bar doesn’t serve bears beer. It’s our motto and our policy.”
The bear, now angry says, “In that case, I’m gonna take this big paw, rip off that woman’s head and eat it.”
The bartender responds, “I’m sorry, Bob’s bar doesn’t serve bears beer.”
The bear walks up to the woman, says “Pardon me,” rips her head off and eats it. He turns to the bartender and says, “What do you say about that?”
“Bob’s bar doesn’t serve bears beer nor do we serve druggies!”
“What...what the hell are you talking about,” cried the bear.
“That was a bar-bitch-you-ate.”
If I were treated that way, I would leave, too.
They must be specists.
