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From: Peter Langston <psl>
Date: Wed, 1 Apr 98 19:00:07 -0800
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A guy walks into a bar and, two steps in, realizes it's a very camp gay bar.
But he thinks "What the heck, I really want a drink." When the bartender
approaches and asks "What do you call your thing?" The startled customer
replies "Look I'm not into that. All I want is a drink." The bartender says
"I'm sorry, but I can't serve you until you tell me what you call it."
Perplexed, the customer turns to the man sitting to his left sipping a beer
and asks "Hey bud, what do you call yours?' The man looks back with a smile
and says "TIMEX. 'Cause it takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'!" A little
shaken, the customer turns to the man on his right sipping on a fruity
margarita. "So, what do you call yours?" The man turns to him and proudly
exclaims "FORD." The customer, thinking he gets how this naming thing works,
asks, "Because quality is Job 1?" The man replies, "No. Let me ask you,
Have you driven a Ford, lately?" Even more shaken, the customer has to think
for a moment before he comes up with a name for his. He turns to the
bartender and exclaims, "The name of mine is Secret. Now give me my beer."
The bartender begins to pour the customer a beer, but with a puzzled look
asks, "Why 'Secret'?" The customer says, "Strong enough for a man... but
made for a woman."
© 1998 Peter Langston