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Thursday, December 23, 2010

The North Pole Pub

Yukon Cornelius walks into a North Pole pub and clears his voice to the crowd of elven drinkers. He says, "I hear you elves are a bunch of hard drinkers. I'll give 500 gold to anybody in here who can drink 10 pints of extra stout back-to-back."
The room is quiet, and no one takes up Yukon's offer. One elf even leaves.

Thirty minutes later the same elf who left shows back up and taps the prospector on the back. "Is your bet still good?" asks the elf.

Yukon says yes and asks the pub keep to line up 10 pints of extra stout. Immediately the elf tears into all 10 of the pint glasses, drinking them all back-to-back.

The other pub patrons cheer as Yukon sits in amazement. He gives the elf the 500 gold and says, "If you don't mind me asking, where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?"

The elf replies, "Oh... I had to go to the pub down the street to see if I could do it first."

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