So anyway,
a quick brown fox jumped
into a bar called the Lazy Dog(s).
The bartender says
(said, but): HOW MANY of you
fucking foxes does it TAKE
to change the lightbulb? The fox
said slyly why, am I the only fox in here?
(It was a dark and stormy night, you see)
(inside the Lazy Dog(s))
So the fox says: I'll have a light lager.
The bartender
says: "Well, I'm a lumberjack.
Am I OK?" The fox rejoins,
I don't know, what do you weigh?
The bartender kicks the fox out of there.
The owner of the bar immediately waltzes
in, changes the lightbulb, realizes
the problem
was the bartender forgot to FLICK
THE SWITCH TO 'ON,' and FIRES
the bartender for kicking foxes out
of a bar whose attendance (in dog
terms) is/was largely predicated on
an occasional influx of foxes! GAH
DAMNIT this joke gets less funny
in the telling. Perhaps
if I could explain
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