The bartender replies, "For you, neutron, no charge."
The Space Bar
Bottled Waddle.
Asked one windmill to another. The windmill responds, "I'm a metal fan."
He asked. "Thanks," I said, "That's very flattering." He said, "Not really mate."
She replied, "No. First a Gibson, second a Fender."
I looked her dead in the eye and replied, "Yes, I also ordered a pizza."
The bartender replies, "For you No charge."
I'd like a Corona, please.
She blows me and I owe her one.
I said: You go down on me and I owe you one.
Asks the neutron. "For you No charge."