The future, the present and the past walked into a bar. Things got a little tense.
A man walks into a bar with a roll of Tarmac under his arm and says: “Pint please, and one for the road.”
Four fonts walk into a bar. The barman says: “Oi – get out. We don’t want your type in here.”
A sandwich walks into a bar. The barman says: “Sorry, we don’t serve food in here.”
A skeleton walks into a bar. The bartender says, “What’ll you have?” The skeleton says, “Gimme a beer and a mop.”
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