A guy walks into a bar. Β He drinks too much and throws up on his shirt. Β “My wife’s gonna kill me,” he mutters.
“Don’t worry about it,” said the bartender, sticking a five in his pocket. Β ” Just pull this out, tell her a guy threw up on you and gave you a five to have your shirt cleaned.”
The guy staggered home, sure enough, his wife was mad about the shirt. Β ” A drunk threw up on me and gave me a five to have my shirt cleaned.”
“But this is a ten!”
“He crapped my pants,too!”