An old car, a bottle of antidepressants, and gun walked into a bar.
The car blew its horn and eventually had to be belted.
The antidepressants were such a pill, they had to be bottled up.
And the gun shot its mouth off so often nobody else could get a word in. Eventually it triggered a revolt from the rest of the patrons and the three of them were shown the door.
One writer at a back table looks over at his friend: “What do you thing that was about?”
The second writer shrugs. “Chitty pity bang bang.”
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