Pop,goes the weasel.
Would you please move You're in my sun.
He let the others get away... I feel I'll be downvoted to hell for this...
There's no punch line.
On the rocks
Their economies falter after a popping of a housing bubble.
Pop.
She heard that the drinks were on the house.
Guinness (You bunch of racists)
You're not a bartender! You're just a pharmacist.
bartender: Why the long face Horse: My alcoholism is destroying my family.
One is weasily recognised and the other is stoatally different