One day this enormous, frightful, sweat-soaked lady wearing a raggedy sleeveless sundress strolls into a bar.
She raises her right arm, uncovering a major bushy armpit as she focuses to every one individuals sitting at the bar and inquires, “Which man out there will purchase a woman a beverage?”
The entire bar goes dead quiet as the benefactors attempt to disregard her.
Toward the finish of the bar, a thin little piss head hammers his hand on the bar and says,
“Barman, I need to purchase that ballet performer a beverage.”
The barman pours the beverage and the lady chugs it down.
After she’s finished the beverage, she goes again to the crowd and focuses around by any stretch of the imagination of them, again uncovering the bristly armpit, saying,
“Which man out there will purchase a woman a beverage?”
Indeed, the little alcoholic smacks his give over on the bar and slurs to the barman,
“Sir, I might want to purchase the ballet dancer another beverage.
“In the wake of serving the woman her subsequent beverage, the barman moves toward the little boozer and says,
“It’s your business to purchase the woman a beverage, yet for what reason do you continue to call her a ballet dancer?”
To which, the alcoholic answers, “Sir, in my eyes, any lady who can lift her advantage that high must be a ballet dancer.”