So others can relate
Mike Stevens said
Dibs, if you like bug-eyed aliens, I've got a joke for you! This bug-eyed alien walks into a bar, and the bartender says, "Hey, we don't serve your kind in here!" So the now-p**sed bug-eyed alien whips out his laser gun and wastes the bartender! I guess it's a lousy joke, so forget I said anything!
It’s only a lousy joke if you’re the bartender! How about this.
A white horse walked into a bar, stepped over a gun downed bartender to be greeted by a strange looking googly eyed fellow ensconced behind the bar.
The white horse was about to place his order when the quick witted chap grinned from eye to eye and said. “Tough day at the rat races?”.........
No that’s not the punch line!
He continued, pressing on, best ear forward trying to engage with our long faced guy. (Well he is a horse)
“You know we have a whiskey named after you”, he said pointing his best antenna at a fine white stallion on a large golden bottle upended in the row of optics, trying his best to take a leaf out of Mike Stevens book and offer a friendly remark to all of horsekind, He liked horse more than bartenders.
Maybe it was the wise cracking barman or the whip cracking jockey or the fact that some young upstart of a 2 year old filly had just shown him her tail and a clean set of hooves at Kemptown as she crossed the finish line first.
Whatever it was the horse looked confused and bemuse. “Named after me? What Dobbin!”
Now that’s what you call a lousy joke and so drawn out!
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