Big fat chick was dancing on a table the last time I walked into a bar.
I mentioned that those were some great legs.
She smiled...
Not you I said. Talking 'bout the table... Other wise that thing would have collapsed a long time ago.
A really not pretty girl came on to me later ... She asked if she could have my #. I said certainly... Do you have a pen?
She said yes.
I told her, well then you better get back to it before the farmer starts missing you.
I don't go to bars anymore....