Thursday, 3 November 2011


A bloke walks into a pub and asks for a pint of anything... except Stella.

Barman asks, "What's wrong with Stella?"

Bloke says, "I had 12 pints of Stella last night and when I came round I was fucking skint."

Barman says, "12 pints of anything costs about the same."

Bloke replies, "Skint is my dog!"

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