A bloke walks into a pub and asks for a pint of anything... except Stella.
Barman asks, "What's wrong with Stella?"
Bloke says, "I had 12 pints of Stella last night and when I came round I was fucking skint."
Barman says, "12 pints of anything costs about the same."
Bloke replies, "Skint is my dog!"
I've no idea what I'll post here at the moment. There may be some humour.
Brilliant.
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