Three rabbits and a woodchuck walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Hey! We don't serve your type in here." The Woodchuck goes crazy. He leaps all over the bartender, pounding the bejesus out of him. The bloodies bartender manages to point at the door where a fawn is standing on rickety legs. "I was talking to bambi."
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Three rabbits and a woodchuck walk into a bar.
The bartender says, "Hey! We don't serve your type in here."
The Woodchuck goes crazy. He leaps all over the bartender, pounding the bejesus out of him.
The bloodies bartender manages to point at the door where a fawn is standing on rickety legs.
"I was talking to bambi."
One rabbit says to the other rabbit, "hey who brought the stiff?" The 2nd rabbitt says, "Don't talk that way about my brother!"
1st rabbitt points at the 3rd rabbitt and says, "Sorry, I didn't know fuzzy lumpkins there was your brother."
2nd rabbitt says, "I don't know who that c*cksucker is, I'm talking about my man Woody over here."
So the 3rd rabbitt hears all this and starts crying. Then he shoots the woodchuck and pees himself.
Bahdumdum.
How many rabbits would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck was capable of throwing rabbits, or anything, really.
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