A pirate walks into a pub.
Pubkeeper: “What happened to you? Last time I saw you, you looked great. Now you’ve got a wooden leg, a glass eye and a hook.”
Pirate: “First we were in battle, and a cannonball blew my leg off. Then we were in another battle, and a sword cut my hand off. Then a bird flew over the ship, I looked up, and it pooped in my eye.”
Pubkeeper: “You lost your eye to some bird poop?”
Pirate: “I wasn’t used to the hook…”
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