A duck goes into a pub and asks the landlord, ‘You got any fish?’
The landlord says, ‘No. This is a pub, we don’t sell fish.’ So the duck leaves. The next day, the duck goes back to the pub and asks, ‘You got any fish?’
The landlord says, ‘I told you yesterday. This is a pub, and we don’t sell fish.’
The following day, the duck returns and asks, ‘You got any fish?’
The landlord loses it, grabs the duck by the neck, and screams, ‘I TOLD YOU TWICE. THIS IS A PUB! WE DON’T SELL FISH! IF YOU ASK AGAIN, I’M GONNA NAIL YOUR FXXKING WEBBED FEET TO THE FLOOR’
The next day, the duck goes in the pub and asks, ‘Got any nails?’
The landlord sighs and says, ‘No, we don’t have any nails.’
‘Good,’ said the duck. ‘Got any fish?’
