Jetée

A bloke wanders into a local family-owned pub.

The barmaid and wife of the owner asks what he would like to imbibe.

"I want to put my head between your tits, and lick the sweat off," he
replies.

"You dirty bastard!" shouts the barmaid, "Get out before I get my
husband.''

The bloke apologizes and says he will never do it again.

The barmaid, disgusted, accepts his apology and asks what he wants again.

''I want to pull down your knickers, spread cottage cheese between your arse cheeks and lick it off,'' he replies.

''What???'' screams the barmaid, ''that's it! You're barred, you dirty, filthy,
perverted bastard, get out now.''

Once again the bloke apologizes, and says he will never, ever do it again.

''Right. I'll give you one last chance,' says the barmaid. 'Now, what do you
want?''

''I want to turn you upside down, fill your pussy with Guinness and
drink it all out of you.''

The barmaid starts crying and runs upstairs to her husband, who is sitting
down watching the tally.

''What's up, love?'' says the husband.

''There's this disgusting bloke downstairs. When I asked him what he wanted, he said that he wanted to put his head between my tits and lick the sweat off,'' she says in a flood of tears.

''What? He's a dead man!'' shouts the husband getting out of his chair.

''Then he said he wanted to pull down my knickers, spread cottage cheese
between my arise cheeks and lick it off!'' screams the wife.

''Right, he's going to need a body bag, the bastard,'' shouts the husband
rolling up his sleeves and picking up a baseball bat.

''Then he said he wanted to turn me upside down, fill my pussy with Guinness
and drink it out of me! Oh!!'' she concludes sobbingly.

When he hears this, the husband puts the baseball bat down and sits back down in his chair.

''Aren't you going to do something?!!'' shouts the wife in hysterics.

''Listen love, I'm not messing with anyone who can drink 14 pints of
Guinness...''

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As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves.

—Mohandas K. Gandhi