Last night I walked into a bar, followed by a dog.
“Hey,” the bartender barks out, “we don’t serve your kind.”
I pointed to the dog and said, “He’s not with me.”
The bartender stared at me. “I ain’t talking about him.”
Last night I walked into a bar, followed by a dog.
“Hey,” the bartender barks out, “we don’t serve your kind.”
I pointed to the dog and said, “He’s not with me.”
The bartender stared at me. “I ain’t talking about him.”
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