After chili at the Hard Times Cafe Saturday, we go into the pool hall in the back.
Me: Can we get a table?
Bartender: I don't have the balls.
Me: *blink* I'm, uh... sorry...?
Bartender, pointing at the waitresses behind a different bar: The ladies have the balls.
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10 March 2009
A quickie
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