A Chicken Walks Into A Bar

"Pamela," says Meredith, the tall ginger chicken on the right, "Did you hear the one about the chicken who walks into a bar?"



A chicken walks into a bar, hops up on the bar stool,

looks the bartender in the eye and says, "You got any raisins?"



"No, I don't have any raisins!" the bartenders says.

"You'll have to go to the grocery store down the street."



So the chicken hops down and goes off down the street.



The next day the same thing happens. Chicken walks into the bar,

asks for raisins and is booted out by the bartender. On the third day,

the chicken comes in, hops up on the bar stool, and asks for raisins.

The bartender is fed up.





"If you come in here one more time asking for raisins, I'm going to

staple your little feet to the floor."



The next day, however, the chicken returns, hops up on the bar stool and says, "You got any staples?"

"No, I don't have any staples!"

"Good. You got any raisins?"