Thursday, March 17, 2011

McQuillan walked into a bar . . .

 . . . and ordered martini after martini,
each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, he started to leave.

"S'cuse me," said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done. "What was that all about?"

"Nothing," he replied, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives." 

pub sigh the dog's bollocks

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