06-08-2003, 11:57 PM
I didn't read through the first thread, so I hope no one has already told this one...
Lenny is sitting in a bar mumbling on to the bar tender who is half-listening as he tends to the other patrons.
He says, 'My home... I built it my self with my bare hands, with wood I cut my self. I worked my arse off for weeks! But do they call me Lenny the carpenter?"
The bartender just looks on.
Lenny continues. "And the fence along the yard... I sat out for two days in the blazing heat paining it, three coats of white, while sweat dripped down my aching body! But do they call me Lenny, the painter?!"
He shakes his dirty fist in the air and points to the barkeep. "And I sit in your bar, 5 nights a week, and spend my money drinking your watered down beer until my pockets are empty... do they call me Lenny the drunk?! NO, I would even be okay with that..."
"but ya screw ONE goat......"
Lenny is sitting in a bar mumbling on to the bar tender who is half-listening as he tends to the other patrons.
He says, 'My home... I built it my self with my bare hands, with wood I cut my self. I worked my arse off for weeks! But do they call me Lenny the carpenter?"
The bartender just looks on.
Lenny continues. "And the fence along the yard... I sat out for two days in the blazing heat paining it, three coats of white, while sweat dripped down my aching body! But do they call me Lenny, the painter?!"
He shakes his dirty fist in the air and points to the barkeep. "And I sit in your bar, 5 nights a week, and spend my money drinking your watered down beer until my pockets are empty... do they call me Lenny the drunk?! NO, I would even be okay with that..."
"but ya screw ONE goat......"