A time traveler walks into a bar.
He orders a beer and a shot of whiskey.
A blonde walks into a bar.
Ouch.
A Roman walks into a bar.
He holds up two fingers and says, "Give me five beers."
A hamburger walks into a bar.
The bartender says, "I'm sorry. We don't serve food here."
A termite walks into a bar and says, "Hey, is the bartender here?"
The past, present, and future walk into a bar.
It gets really tense.
So a blind man walks into a bar.
At least he thinks so.
