by SoyAvenger » Sat Jun 27, 2009 12:14 am
a man walks into a bar named "jerry's" and sits down. he notices one of those big pickled egg style jars on the bar full or $100 bills. he asks the bartender about it, "dont even ask, man, you dont wanna know..." the bartender says.
well, a couple hours and several pitchers later, the guys been getting hammered and staring at this jar of money and grabs the bartender. "i cant take it anymore!" he says. "whats this damn jar all about?" the bartender says, "well, thats a bet we've got goin in the bar, i can tell you what it is, but only if you put in a hundo and take the bet."
well the guys fulla liquid courage, so he pulls out a $100 bill and slaps it on the bar. "ok, this bet has three parts," says the bartender, "first of all, see that guy?" the bartender points to a big biker with a ponytail and a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. "thats mike, hes the roughest sob in this town, and hes never been knocked out. the first part of the bet is to knock mike out."
"ok," says the man, "whats next?"
"the second part of the bet is tied up out back," says the bartended, "steve is kinda our bar mascot, now, hes a grizzly bear, so hes usually a pretty nasty ahole, but hes got an absessed tooth, so hes really pissed now. the second part of the bet is to pull steves absessed tooth."
"huh, ok," says the guy, still eyeing up the cash, "and part three?"
"see that old lady?" says the bartender pointing to a decrepit old woman sipping a gin and tonic, "thats agnes, shes 87 years old and has never, shall we say, experienced physical bliss, the third part of the bet is you have to be the man to change that."
the man shudders at the thought, but stares at the bill he stuffed in the jar as he stumbles over, grabs mike by the ponytail, BAM! sticks him in the jaw and puts him out cold.
the mans feelin pretty confident at this point, hikes his pants up and says to the bartender, "one down, two to go!" as he marches out the back door.
next thing you know, all you can hear is the bear snarlin, the man cursin, stuff slammin up against the back of the bar, knockin the dartboard and old license plates off the wall...
that goes on for about 15 minutes, til the man finally stumbles in the back door. hes all bruised and cut up, his clothes half torn off, hes stumbles over to the bartender.
"two down, one to go!" the man says, "now wheres this old lady with the absessed tooth?"
doing a good deed is like pissing in your wetsuit, you get a warm feeling but no one else notices