A bear walks into a bar and asks for a drink. The bartender says, “I’m sorry, we don’t serve bears.”
The bear demands a drink, but the bartender keeps refusing. Finally, the bear, glancing over at a woman sitting on a stool near him, says, “Either give me a drink, or I’ll bite off the arm of this woman sitting next to me.”
The bartender still refuses, so the bear leans over and bites off her arm. “Now, get me a drink, or I’ll bite off her other arm too.”
The bartender says, “Sorry, man, it’s not my policy. We don’t serve bears.”
So the bear takes off her other arm. “Now get me a drink, or else I’ll finish her off.”
But the bartender says no again, so the bear turns around, eats the rest of the women, and says, “Now get me a drink, or you’re next.”
The bartender shrugs. “Sorry, we don’t serve people who take drugs.”
The bear says, “I haven’t taken any drugs.”
But the bartender replies, “Well, that was a barbiturate.”