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Perceptive bartender joke:
A man walked into a very high-tech bar. As he sat down on a stool he
noticed that the bartender was a robot. The robot clicked to attention and asked, “Sir,
what will you have?”
The man thought a moment then replied, “A martini please.”
The robot clicked a couple of times and mixed the best martini the man
had ever had.
The robot then asked, “Sir, what is your IQ?”
The man answered “Oh, about 164.”
The robot then proceeded to discuss the theory of relativity, inter-stellar space travel, the latest medical breakthroughs, etc…
Most impressed, the man left the bar. But, curious, thought he’d try a different tactic. He returned and took a seat. Again the robot clicked and asked what he’d have.
“A Martini please.” Again, it was superb. The robot again asked “What is your IQ sir?”
This time the man answered, “Oh about 100”. So the robot started
discussing Nascar racing, the latest basketball scores, and what to expect the Dodgers to do this weekend.
The guy decided to try it one more time. So he left, returned and took a stool.
Again a martini, and the question: “What is your IQ?”
This time the man drawled out “Uh….. about 50”.
The robot clicked then leaned close and very slowly asked,
Townhouselady, I just want to say congratulations a second time. Hopefully I can meet you at one of these gatherings and give you some onesies or a bouncy chair or something.
Total shocker. I’ve been sick to my stomach with insanity inducing torture level heartburn, massive nausea and extreme exhaustion. I honestly thought I had a serious gastrointestinal disorder like an ulcer, or gastroenteritis.
Perceptive bartender joke:
A man walked into a very high-tech bar. As he sat down on a stool he
noticed that the bartender was a robot. The robot clicked to attention and asked, “Sir,
what will you have?”
The man thought a moment then replied, “A martini please.”
The robot clicked a couple of times and mixed the best martini the man
had ever had.
The robot then asked, “Sir, what is your IQ?”
The man answered “Oh, about 164.”
The robot then proceeded to discuss the theory of relativity, inter-stellar space travel, the latest medical breakthroughs, etc…
Most impressed, the man left the bar. But, curious, thought he’d try a different tactic. He returned and took a seat. Again the robot clicked and asked what he’d have.
“A Martini please.” Again, it was superb. The robot again asked “What is your IQ sir?”
This time the man answered, “Oh about 100”. So the robot started
discussing Nascar racing, the latest basketball scores, and what to expect the Dodgers to do this weekend.
The guy decided to try it one more time. So he left, returned and took a stool.
Again a martini, and the question: “What is your IQ?”
This time the man drawled out “Uh….. about 50”.
The robot clicked then leaned close and very slowly asked,
“H-av-e- y-o-u -p-e-o-p-l-e -f-o-u-n-d- O- b-a-m-a’-s
-b-i-r-t-h- c-e-r-t-i-f-i-c-a-t-e -y-e-t?”
“crotchfruititis”
ROFLMAO
Lechacal! Ha!
Townhouselady, I just want to say congratulations a second time. Hopefully I can meet you at one of these gatherings and give you some onesies or a bouncy chair or something.
Do we need a PLUSA roadtrip to JC? 🙂
Why thanks.
Total shocker. I’ve been sick to my stomach with insanity inducing torture level heartburn, massive nausea and extreme exhaustion. I honestly thought I had a serious gastrointestinal disorder like an ulcer, or gastroenteritis.
Who knew it was a simple case of crotchfruititis?
OK Snappy, here’s another just for you:
Q: What’s the difference between Cirque du Soleil and the Rockettes?
A: The first is a cunning array of stunts.
Lechacal…we can have fun…my dirty jokes involve visuals! LOL
Arkady, am pretty convinced that if we had a gathering at that fancy beer garden in Jersey City, she would’ve came out