This little guy is sitting in a bar, drinking and minding his own business.
When all of a sudden a great big guy comes in and—bang!—knocks him clean off the bar stool and onto the floor.
The big guy says, “That was a karate chop from Korea.”
The little guy gets back up on the stool and starts drinking again when all of a sudden—bang!—the big guy knocks him down again, this time saying, “That was a judo chop from Japan.”
Deciding he’s had enough of this, the little guy gets up, brushes himself off and leaves the premises.
He’s gone for an hour before he returns and—crash!—he knocks the big guy right off his stool to the ground, where he lies unconscious.
The little guy looks at the bartender and says, “When that big jackass comes to, you can tell him that was a tyre iron—from Target.”
When all of a sudden a great big guy comes in and—bang!—knocks him clean off the bar stool and onto the floor.
The big guy says, “That was a karate chop from Korea.”
The little guy gets back up on the stool and starts drinking again when all of a sudden—bang!—the big guy knocks him down again, this time saying, “That was a judo chop from Japan.”
Deciding he’s had enough of this, the little guy gets up, brushes himself off and leaves the premises.
He’s gone for an hour before he returns and—crash!—he knocks the big guy right off his stool to the ground, where he lies unconscious.
The little guy looks at the bartender and says, “When that big jackass comes to, you can tell him that was a tyre iron—from Target.”
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