A bloke walked into the pub and was astounded at the sight
of the barman. He was built like a brick shithouse with
muscles bulging out all over, tattoos everywhere, unshaven
After a moment or two the barman became aware of the
looks he was getting and said, “What the bloody hell are you
“Sorry, mate, it’s just that you look just like someone I know.
You’re almost identical…if it wasn’t for the moustache…”
“But I haven’t got a moustache,” said the barman.
“No, but my wife has.”