Fuck off.
A polar bear walks into a pub and sits at the bar.
"What can I get you?" asks the barman.
"A pint of bitter and a pack of................................crisps," says the polar bear.
"Why the big pause?" asks the barman.
"That's ambiguous," says the bear. "Was it a reference to my feet, or to my..............aphasia?"
"Ah," says the barman. "I can see there're no flies on you."
"Of course there aren't. I'm a friggin' polar bear."
"Good grief," says the barman. "A talking polar bear. And a shirty one at that."
"Patronising cunt," says the polar bear as he reaches out, tears off the barman's head, and eats him.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 6 Mar 2009, 9:27, Reply)