A drunk stumbles into a lesbian bar. He sees this big woman in a cut-off flannel shirt who keeps raising her arm for the floorwalker to bring more pitchers of beer.
This woman has an underarm bursting with thick, luxuriant hair.
He yells to the lady bartender, “I wanna buy that ballerina a beer!”
And the bartender, who has been putting up with nonsense from him since he sat down, asks him, “What ballerina? What are you talking about wiseguy?”
And he replies, “That women right (hic) there.” And he points at the plaid flannel woman.
“Only a ballerina could lift her leg that high.”
The bartender says, “Simmer down or I’m going to toss you out.”
He starts to tell a blonde jokes.
She stops him and says, “See that blonde in the flannel shirt? And the one in the cop’s uniform? See the big blonde wearing the Ranger uniform? She’s so tough she was appointed by the president himself! And see that 250 pound construction worker ....
“All blondes. Are you sure you want to keep talking?”
He replies, “No, I don’t want to tell them more than once.
“So have them gather round and I’ll talk real s-l-o-w.”