A friend of mine just sent me this excellent joke:
A depressed-looking regular enters a bar and orders a Coke.
The bartender asks why he doesn’t want his usual shot of whiskey.
“I quit drinking” the man replies. Last night I blew chunks.
What’s so horrible about that?” the bartender asks. Everyone gets sick once in a while after a long night of drinking
“No, no,” the man replies. “You don’t understand. Chunks is my dog”
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