A tramp walks into a pub. "Get out," says the barman, "we don't serve
tramps."
The tramp says, '"I don't want a drink, I just want a cocktail stick."
The
barman is confused but wants to get rid of the tramp so gives him a
cocktail
stick and tells him to get lost.
Five minutes later, another tramp walks
into the pub. "Get out," says the barman, "we don't serve tramps."
The
tramp
says,
"I don't want a drink, I just want a cocktail stick."
The barman is more
confused but just wants a quiet life so gives him a cocktail stick and
tells him to get lost.
Five minutes later, a third tramp walks into the
pub. "Get
out,"
says the barman, "we don't serve tramps! I've already told your mates to
get lost."
The tramp says, "I don't want a drink, I just want a straw."
Now
then barman is even more confused. "What the hell do you want a straw for?"
he
asks.
"Well," says the tramp, "someone's been sick outside but all the good bits
have already gone."