A bear walks into a bar in Billings, Montana, sits down, and orders a beer. The bartender says, "We don't serve beer to bears in bars in Billings, Montana." The bear gets a little peeved, leans over and tells the bartender, "I'm a Brown Bear. I could eat you, the guy in the back, or that chick in the corner any second now. Give me a fuggin' beer!"

"We don't serve beer to bears in bars in Billings, Montana."
"Fine. See that chick over in the corner? On the barstool? I'm going to eat her in two bites if you don't give me a fuggin' beer RIGHT FUGGIN' NOW!"
"Sir, I appreciate your desire to have a beer, and the fact that you're a 9-foot Brown Bear that can talk, but we don't serve beer to bears in bars in Billings, Montana."

At this point, the bear is really irate. So, he gets off the barstool, waddles over, and within two bites, completely devours the woman in the corner.

"Alright hotshot, now that I've killed a customer, are going to give me a beer?"
"Sir, we don't serve beer to bears in bars in Billings, Montana, and don't do drugs?"
"Don't do drugs, what the hell are you talking about?"
"That woman over there? That was a bar-bitch-you-ate."

 

wow...

 

 

cool!

 

 

 

:bear:

 

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LUDES!!!!

 

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