The Missing Giraffe
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A man and a giraffe walk into a pub.
It is the start of the evening session, and they settle in together up at the bar, ready for a full night of boozing. The man calls the barmaid over and orders two beers with whiskey chasers. They are both serious drinkers, beer after beer gets knocked back, whiskey after whiskey. We’re not talking about the cheap stuff here, between the two of them they make a big hole in a 12 year old single malt. Outside the the sun sets, the after-work crowd stops in for a quick half, later the geezers playing darts. The man and the giraffe just keep steadily drinking, silent and serious.
At the end of the night the barmaid calls “last orders”. The giraffe turns and looks at the man, his eyes full of tears, opens his mouth, as if to say something. Then without warning, he falls down off the bar stool, as dead as the proverbial door nail.
The man looks down at him, sadly shakes his head, then reaches for his coat and heads for the door.
The barmaid, yells: “Oi mate, you can’t just leave that lyin’ there.” To which the man replies: “That’s not a lion luv, that’s a giraffe.”
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