I haven’t posted one from my friend Richard in a while.
A doctor made it his regular habit to stop off at a bar for a hazelnut daiquiri on his way home. The bartender knew of his habit, and would always have the drink waiting at precisely 5:03 p.m.
One afternoon, as the end of the work day approached, the bartender was dismayed to find that he was out of hazelnut extract. Thinking quickly, he threw together a daiquiri made with hickory nuts and set it on the bar.
The doctor came in at his regular time, took one sip of the drink and exclaimed, “This isn’t a hazelnut daiquiri!”
“No, I’m sorry,” replied the bartender. “It’s a hickory daiquiri, Doc.”
The doc wasn’t pleased at the thought of a Hickory flavored diaquiri but figure it was better than nothing, when suddenly the entire block was plunged into darkness. So he told the bartender: “forget the diaquiri and bring me a Bud Lite.”
At least, the doc remained in high spirit. As long as he takes it sloe jin-d easy. Drinking can be a whisky business. Better not do it to the pint of no return . He could end up on a leave of absinthe and have to scotch rumours about his ale ment.
I wish to thank all the readers who have praised my puns.
It has been fun. But this is the last one unless I can do one which is politically relevant.
I’m very, very sad about what is happening to America. It’s hard for me to laugh and joke when, most of the time, after I read the posts and comments, I just want to cry. May God bless you all. You are in my heart and prayers.
Don’t let the bastards wear you down! Keep in mind obozo will be gone someday and we can rebuild what that bastard destroyed. We need all the happiness you provide!