Jul 19, 2005 13:48
A C, an Eb, and a G walk into a bar. The bartender says, "I'm sorry, we don't serve minors."
So Eb leaves and the other two have a fifth between them.
I'm a dork.
Oh, and my new favorite all-time musical theatre lyric:
"A Guinness a day keeps the doctor away." -Man of No Importance.
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