One night, after closing time a
barman is
sitting at his bar minding his own buisiness, when a spectral
hound
floats in through the door. The barman, being an exceptionally cool
kind of guy, asks "yeah, what do you want?". The phantom hound
explains, in a haunting voice "I've lost my tail...... and cannot rest
until
a kindly barman stitches it back-on". At this request the barman
stands back astonished and says to the phantom dog..... "Sorry, but
we
don't re-tail spirits at this time of night".
Sunday, October 23, 2011
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