Hick! Bar Jokes Hick!
This guy walks into a bar in Arkansas and orders a white wine. Everybody sitting around the bar looks up, surprised, and the bartender looks around and says: "You ain't from around here, are ya... where ya from, boy?" The guy says, "I'm from Iowa." The bartender asks, "What th' hell you do in Iowa?" The guy responds, "I'm a taxidermist." The bartender asks, "A taxidermist... now just what th' hell is a taxidermist?" The guy says "I mount animals." The bartender grins and shouts out to the whole bar, "It's OK boys, he's one of us!"
"Of course," replies the second man, and they both pour back their drinks.
Curious, the first man then asks, "Where in Ireland are you from?"
"Dublin," comes the reply.
"I can't believe it says the first man. "I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin!" The men both continue drinking.
Curiosity strikes again and the first man asks, "What school did you go to?"
"St. Mary's," replied the second man. "I graduated in '62."
"This is unbelievable," the first man says. "I went to St. Mary's and I graduated in '62, too!"
About that time, in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar. "What's been going on?" he asks the bartender. "Nothing much," replies the bartender. "The O'Mally twins are drunk again."
"Certainly, sir, that'll be 1 cent."
"One penny?!" exclaimed the guy.
The barman replied, "Yes."
So, the guy glances over at the menu, and he asks, "Could I have a nice juicy T-bone steak, with fries, peas, and a salad?"
"Certainly sir," replies the bartender, "but all that comes to real money."
"How much money?" inquires the guy.
"Four cents," he replies.
"Four cents?!" exclaims the guy. "Where's the guy who owns this place?"
The barman replies, "Upstairs with my wife."
The guy says, "What's he doing with your wife?"
The bartender replies, "Same as what I'm doing to his business."
"What do you mean? I'm fine."
"What about that wooden leg? You didn't have that before."
"Well," said the pirate, "We were in a battle at sea and a cannon ball hit my leg but the Doc fixed me up, and I'm fine, really."
"Oh yeah? Well what about that hook? The last time I saw you, you had both hands."
"We were in another battle and we boarded the enemy ship. I was in a sword fight and my hand was cut off but the Doc fixed me up with the hook, and I feel great, really."
"Oh," said the bartender, "what about that eye patch? The last time you were in here you had both eyes."
"One day when we were at sea some birds were flying over the ship. I looked up and one of them crapped in my eye."
"You're kidding," said the bartender, "you couldn't have lost an eye just from some bird crap!"
"Well, I really wasn't used to the hook yet."
The other guy answers, "Not too good. Every time me and the missus have sex, she loses interest half-way through. It's very frustrating. "
The first guy says, "Yeah, I know what you mean. I used to have the same problem, but I found a cure. I hid a starter pistol under the bed. When she started to run out of steam, I simply fired the starter pistol. It gave her such a fright that she got all excited, and couldn't get enough. I wish I'd done it years ago!"
The other guy says, "Hmmmm, I think I'll try that."
The next day they are back in the bar again. The first guy says, "How did you get on with the starter pistol?"
The other guy says, "Don't talk to me about starter pistols! Last night we were having a little 69. As usual, she lost interest half way through, so I fired the bloody starter pistol, just like you said." The first guy says, "So??? What happened?"
The other guy says, "She bit my cock, pooped on my face, and a naked man came out of the closet with his hands up!"
The second mouse slams down a shot and says, "You think that's tough? When I find a pile of d-con, I crush it and snort it like it's cocaine." With that he throws down another shot and slams his shot glass on the bar.
The first two are staring at the third mouse, waiting to see what he has to say for himself.
He fires down a shot of booze, throws down his glass and heads for the door. His buddies look at each other, then at him and say, "Hey, where are YOU going?"
The third mouse says, "I haven't got time for this shit, I need to get home to screw the cat."
The bartender is skeptical and decides to try to trick the man with 5-year scotch. The man takes a sip, scowls and says, "Bartender, this crap is 5-year scotch. I told you I want 12-year scotch." The bartender tries once more with 8-year scotch. The man takes a sip, grimaces and says, "Bartender, I don't want 8-year scotch like this filth. Give me 12-year scotch!"
Impressed, the bartender gets the 12-year scotch, the man takes a sip and sighs, "Ah, now that's the real thing." A disgusting, grimy, stinking drunk has been watching all this with great interest. He stumbles over and sets a glass down in front of the man and says, "Hey, I think that's really far out what you can do. Try this one."
The man takes a sip and immediately spits out the liquid and cries, "Yechhh! This stuff tastes like piss!" The drunk's eyes light up and he says, "Yeah, now how old am I?"
The Irishman replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in America, the other in Australia, and I'm here in Dublin. When we all left home, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together." The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way: He orders three pints and drinks them in turn. One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All the other regulars notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss."
The Irishman looks confused for a moment, then a light dawns in his eye and he laughs. "Oh, no!" he says, "Everyone's fine. I've just quit drinking!"
A lawyer, sitting nearby and overhearing the conversation, then says to the bartender, "You know, he's got you there. In the original offer, which constitutes a binding contract upon acceptance, there was no stipulation of remuneration."
The bartender was not impressed, but says to the guy, "Okay, you beat me for a drink. But don't ever let me catch you in here again!"
The next day, same guy walks into the bar. Bartender says, "What the heck are you doing in here? I can't believe you've got the audacity to come back!"
The guy says, "What are you talking about? I've never been in this place in my life!" The bartender replies, "Oh! I'm very sorry, but this is uncanny! You must have a double!"
To which the guy replies, "Thank you! I think I will! Make it a scotch!"
Common Bar Translations
1. "YOU GET THIS ONE, NEXT ROUND IS ON ME." (We won't be here long enough to get another round.) 2. "I'LL GET THIS ONE, NEXT ONE IS ON YOU." (Happy hour is about to end...drafts are now a dollar, but by the next round they'll be $4.50 a pop.) 3. "HEY, WHERE IS THAT FRIEND OF YOURS?" (I have no interest in talking to you except as a way to get your attractive friend into a compromising position.) 4. "CAN I GET A GLASS OF WHITE ZINFANDEL." (FEMALE) (I'm easy.) 5. "CAN I GET A GLASS OF WHITE ZINFANDEL." (MALE) (I'm gay.) 6. "EVER TRY A BODY SHOT?" (MALE TO FEMALE) (I am even willing to drink tequila if it means that I get to lick you.) 7. "EVER TRY A BODY SHOT?" (FEMALE TO MALE) (If this is how wild I am in the bar, imagine what I'll do to you on the ride home?) 8. "I DON'T FEEL WELL, LET'S GO HOME." (FEMALE) (You are paying more attention to your friends than me.) 9. I DON'T FEEL WELL, LET'S GO HOME." (MALE) (I'm horny.) 10. "WHO'S GOT THE NEXT ROUND?" (I haven't bought a round in almost 3 years, but I am an expert at diverting attention.) 11. "EXCUSE ME." (MALE TO MALE) (Get the hell out of the way.) 12. "EXCUSE ME." (MALE TO FEMALE) (I am going to grope you now.) 13. "EXCUSE ME." (FEMALE TO MALE) (Don't even think about groping me, just get the hell out of the way.) 14. "EXCUSE ME." (FEMALE TO FEMALE) (Move your fat ass. Who do you think you are anyway?
15. "WHAT DO YOU HAVE ON TAP?" (What's cheap?) 16. "CAN I HAVE A WHITE RUSSIAN?" (MALE) (I'm really gay.) 17. "CAN I HAVE A WHITE RUSSIAN?" (FEMALE) (I'm really easy.) 18. "THAT PERSON LOOKS REALLY FAMILIAR." (Did I sleep with him/her?) 19. CAN I JUST GET A GLASS OF WATER?" (FEMALE) (I'm annoying, but cute enough to get away with this.) 20. I DON'T HAVE MY ID ON ME." (FEMALE) (I'm 19.) 21. "I DON'T HAVE MY ID ON ME." (MALE) (I don't have a license since I got pulled over and blew a 0.4 after my last visit here!)
Many people had tried over time (weight-lifters, truck drivers, etc.) but nobody could do it. One day this scrawny little man came into the bar, wearing thick glasses and a polyester suit, and said in a tiny squeaky voice "I'd like to try the bet."
After the laughter had died down, the bartender said okay, grabbed a lemon, and squeezed away. Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little man. But the crowd's laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his fist around the lemon and six drops fell into the glass.
As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1000, and asked the little man, "What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weight-lifter, or what?"
The man replied "I work for the IRS."
"No, it's not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outraged, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police, they say they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away. I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison!"
The bartender pours out the shots, and the cowboy drinks them as fast as he can.
The bartender says, "Wow! I never saw anybody drink that fast."
The cowboy replies, "Well, you'd drink that fast too if you had what I have."
The bartender says, "Oh my God! What is it? What do you have?"
"I have only fifty cents!"
A bear walks into a bar and sits down. He bangs on the bar with his paw and demands a beer. The bar tender approaches and say's, "We don't serve beer to bears." The bear, becoming angry, demands again that he be served a beer. The bar tender again tells him, "WE don't serve beer to bears!" The bear, very angry now, says, "If you don't serve me a beer, I'm going to eat that lady sitting at the end of the bar." The bar tender, once again says, "Sorry, we don't serve beer to bears." The bear goes to the end of the bar, and as promised, eats the woman. He comes back to his seat and again demands a beer. The bar tender says, "Sorry, we don't serve beer to bears that are on drugs." The bear, not understanding this at all replies, "Hey! I'm not on drugs!" The bar tender says, "Yes you are, that was a barbitchyouate!"
A guy walked into a bar one day. He placed a cup on the bar and told the bartender, "I'll bet you 500 dollars that I can pee in this cup and not get a drop anywhere on the bar." The bartender knew this was impossible, so he agreed to the bet. The guy stood near the back of the bar and started peeing. He totally missed the cup, getting pee on everything, all over the bar. The bartender started laughing hysterically, knowing he just won 500 dollars. The guy then walked over to a group of men at another table, who handed the guy 1000 dollars. The bartender was curious about this so he asked, "Why did they just give you 1000 dollars?" The guy replied, "Well, I bet them 1000 dollars that I could pee all over your bar and you'd laugh about it!!!"
One day, a guy walks into a bar and sees three, hundred dollar bills pinned up on the wall. He asked a guy there how to get them. The guy replied, "Well, you see those three doors over there? Behind the first door is a huge biker. Fight and knock him out, and you get the first hundred. Behind the second door is a massive Rottweiler with one tooth left. Knock him out and get his tooth, and you get the second. Behind the third door, there is a really fat lady, you have to screw her. You cannot do one door without doing the other two. You can only get all three hundreds at once." The guy totally refused to do any of those things. He drank for a while until he was quite drunk and then decided to try for the money. He went through the first door and knocked the biker out. He went through the second door and closed it. The dog let out a lot of yelping and whining. The guy came out of the room and said , "Ok, now where's the lady with the tooth?"
A trio of drunks took a booth in a bar, ordered a round of drinks, and started chanting, "Fifty - one days, only Fifty - one days!" They ordered another round of drinks and began chanting even louder. Finally they were joined by a fourth drunk who came in with a framed picture under his arm. He set the picture in the middle of the table and everyone began dancing around it, exchanging high fives, all the while chanting, "Fifty - one days, Fifty - one days, Fifty - one days!" The bartender couldn't contain his curiosity any longer, so he walked over to the table. There in the center was a framed child's puzzle of the Cookie Monster. When the frenzy died down a bit the bartender asked, "What's all the chanting and celebrating about?" The drunk who brought in the picture said, "Everyone thinks that drunks are dumb and they make fun of us. So we decided to set the record straight. The four of us bought that puzzle and put it together. The side of the box says 2 - 4 years, but we put it together in only 51 days!"
"How come you're late?" asks the bartender as the waitress walks in the door. "It was awful," she explains. "I was walking down Elm Street and there was this terrible accident. A man was lying in the middle of the street; he had been thrown from his car. His leg was broken, his skull was fractured and there was blood everywhere. Thank God I took that first-aid course! All my training came back to me in a minute." "What did you do?" asks the bartender. "I sat down and put my head between my knees to keep from fainting!"
This guy walks into a bar and throws a live octopus up in front of the bartender. "I'll bet you double or nothing on the price of my drink that this octopus can play any musical instrument you've got!" The bartender figures what the hell and he took the bet. He goes back to the kitchen area and returns with a clarinet, which he lays up on the bar. Sure enough, the octopus began playing it with near perfection. The guy got his free drinks and left. The next night when the guy went to the bar, the same bet was made and the bartender brought out a trumpet. Again, the talented octopus played the instrument like a professional. This went on for about two weeks. Finally, one night the bartender brings out a set of bagpipes, thinking there was no way the octopus could play them. The octopus climbed on top of the bagpipes and began wiggling around all over them. This continued for several minutes and the bartender said, "Ah-ha! I've got you now! He don't know how to play them!" The guy replied, "Now just give him a minute! As soon as he figures out he can't screw them, he'll start playing!"
One night a guy walks into a bar situated next to an office building. As he began telling jokes derogatory to supervisors, the bartender holds up his hands and says, "Hey! Wait a minute. pal! See those two guys at that table over there? They are both supervisors. The three guys down at the end of the bar . . . same thing. Both supervisors. Are you sure you want to tell that joke?" The guy thinks about it for a second and replies loud enough for everyone to hear, "Hell no! I don't want to have to explain it five times!"
A guy walks into a bar and orders five shots of tequila. The bartender begins to set the drinks in front of five different stools. The guy says, "No, no! They're all for me! I'm celebrating my first blow job." The bartender smiles and says, "Ah, hell! In that case, I'll pour you another one on the house!" The guy downs the first drink and just waves the bartender off. Slamming the empty glass on the bar, he says, "No, don't bother. If five don't get the taste out of my mouth, one more won't do any good!"
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