At the Bar
At the bar
The bartender had his eye on a guy,
A fellow lanky and tall.
12 beers ordered and 12 beers drank
without using the restroom at all!
He did his best to watch him
but got busy mopping the floor.
When he looked back he saw the man
was walking out the door.
He followed him saying, "Don't relieve yourself here."
"That wouldn't be very neat."
The man said, "I'm only starting here."
"It'll land across the street!"
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