A mushroom walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender tells him to get out.
The mushroom says, “Why? I’m a fun-guy.”
A mushroom walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender tells him to get out.
The mushroom says, “Why? I’m a fun-guy.”
Charles Dickens walks into a bar and orders a martini. The bartender asks, “Olive or Twist?”
The past, present, and future walk into a bar. It was tense.
Two men walk into a bar. You’d think at least one of them would have ducked.
A panda walks into a bar and gobbles some beer nuts. Then he pulls out a gun, fires it in the air, and heads for the door.
“Hey!” shouts the bartender, but the panda yells back, “I’m a panda. Google me!”
Sure enough, panda: “A tree-climbing mammal with distinct black-and-white coloring. Eats shoots and leaves.”
Infinitely many mathematicians walk into a bar.
The first says, “I’ll have a beer.”
The second says, “I’ll have half a beer.”
The third says, “I’ll have a quarter of a beer.”
Before anyone else can speak, the barman fills up exactly two glasses of beer and serves them. “Come on, now,” he says to the group, “You guys have got to learn your limits.”
What’s a composer’s favorite style of beer?
Bock