"You'll never guess what happened at the Ye Olde Martha Grimes Pub last night."
"Somebody actually leave there sober?"
"I'm trying to tell you something funny."
"OK. I'll stop cleaning house for two minutes....GO!!"
"Har de har har. No, Joe McDonald from the country came in with this big round thing in the front of his pants."
"Well, good for Country Joe. At least one person down there is gifted!"
"No! No! It was big around! He could hardly walk. The bartender, John-Boy asked him what was that down in front of his pants. And Joe told him it was a second steering wheel he brought to town to get fixed for their other car."
"Why is it down there in the front of your pants?"
"I'm afraid somebody will steal it from the car and it won't fit into my pockets."
"I'll bet a steering wheel down there could be uncomfortable."
"OH it is. In fact, it's driving me nuts!" (Har-de-har har)
"So your friend does all this for a silly joke?"
"That's why we have few women at the pub. Can't get a joke."
"No, we're not stupid. By the way. You're almost out of purple pills so you better take the wheel and drive your front pants to the Pharmacy soon. Har-de Har Har!"
I.B. Moleturd
