I go because I like the bartender. He’s quick with a joke and a light up your smoke.
Must be on his second chop. First one only split the helmet.
Oh, an athlete, eh?
I get paid for not singing.
A courtesy flush every now and then would be nice too.
He must think he’s Mary Lou Ratten.
Dang in. You were ahead of me on that one.
Gee…looks like someone could come up with a pun.
Beat me to it.
The phrase “He needed killin’” was a valid defense in the old west.