What A Tequila?!
So a man walks into a bar. He walks up to the bar and asks the bartender for a beer. They start chit chattin' away and the man notices a big ass jar of $20 bills sitting on the liquor shelf. So he asks the bartender, "What's up with that jar of money you got back there?" The bartender explains that it's a traditional challenge the bar has had since it's inception and no one has conquered it since they opened their doors more than 30 years ago. The man was intrigued so he asked the bartender about what the challenge entailed. The bartender smiled and began to explain, "Well my boy, first you gotta drink this entire bottle of tequila and walk a straight line." The man seemed un-phased so the bartender carried on, "Then I got this pet grizzly bear I keep out back and he's got a toothache, he's really agitated, so you gotta yank out his tooth." The man seemed to ponder this, but still remained un-phased so the bartender carried on, "Lastly, there's a 100 year old lady who lives in the apartment above this bar. She's never had an orgasm in her entire life. So you got up there and do whatever it takes to fulfill her desires and finally get to her cum." The bartender expected the man to be revolted, but he remained steadfast and seemed un-phased. He quickly reached into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. He pulled forth a crisp $20 bill and slapped it down on the bar and exclaimed, "Gimme that fuckin' bottle!"
So the man proceeded to drink away at that bottle. He was a real trooper and within the hour he chugged that shit like a boss. So the bartender came around and had him walk that straight like and amazingly he managed despite his clearly intoxicated state. The man slapped himself on the cheeks and turned around to the cheering patrons of the bar and said, "Wish me luck!" Before he exited the rear door to the back of the bar where the grizzly bear was kept in captivity. Several agonizing minutes went by as the bar patrons and even the bartender waited for any sign. They heard the odd growl and holler echo from the backyard, but no clear distinction whether he had failed or prevailed in his task.
Then suddenly, the back door swung open with the man stumbling back into the bar. His shirt was torn, he had bite and claw marks on his arms and even across his chest, mostly superficial, but he looked like hell. He wearily looked the bartender in the eye with a sliver of confidence left in his whole being and asked him, "Alright, so where's this fuckin' old lady with the toothache?!"
So a man walks into a bar. He walks up to the bar and asks the bartender for a beer. They start chit chattin' away and the man notices a big ass jar of $20 bills sitting on the liquor shelf. So he asks the bartender, "What's up with that jar of money you got back there?" The bartender explains that it's a traditional challenge the bar has had since it's inception and no one has conquered it since they opened their doors more than 30 years ago. The man was intrigued so he asked the bartender about what the challenge entailed. The bartender smiled and began to explain, "Well my boy, first you gotta drink this entire bottle of tequila and walk a straight line." The man seemed un-phased so the bartender carried on, "Then I got this pet grizzly bear I keep out back and he's got a toothache, he's really agitated, so you gotta yank out his tooth." The man seemed to ponder this, but still remained un-phased so the bartender carried on, "Lastly, there's a 100 year old lady who lives in the apartment above this bar. She's never had an orgasm in her entire life. So you got up there and do whatever it takes to fulfill her desires and finally get to her cum." The bartender expected the man to be revolted, but he remained steadfast and seemed un-phased. He quickly reached into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. He pulled forth a crisp $20 bill and slapped it down on the bar and exclaimed, "Gimme that fuckin' bottle!"
So the man proceeded to drink away at that bottle. He was a real trooper and within the hour he chugged that shit like a boss. So the bartender came around and had him walk that straight like and amazingly he managed despite his clearly intoxicated state. The man slapped himself on the cheeks and turned around to the cheering patrons of the bar and said, "Wish me luck!" Before he exited the rear door to the back of the bar where the grizzly bear was kept in captivity. Several agonizing minutes went by as the bar patrons and even the bartender waited for any sign. They heard the odd growl and holler echo from the backyard, but no clear distinction whether he had failed or prevailed in his task.
Then suddenly, the back door swung open with the man stumbling back into the bar. His shirt was torn, he had bite and claw marks on his arms and even across his chest, mostly superficial, but he looked like hell. He wearily looked the bartender in the eye with a sliver of confidence left in his whole being and asked him, "Alright, so where's this fuckin' old lady with the toothache?!"
