A man walks into a bar with a ferret on his shoulder.
“Sorry, Sir, no ferrets in here,” says the landlord. “You’ll
have to go elsewhere.”
“Now hold on a minute,” says the man, “this ferret does the
best blow job ever.”
“Get out of here,” bellows the landlord angrily. “I don’t have
to listen to such crap.”
“No really,” persists the man. “If you don’t believe me, take
him out the back and see for yourself.”
So the landlord goes out the back and reappears some time
later with a big smile on his face.
“That was bloody fantastic,” he says. “How much do you
want for him?”
“Oh, he’s not for sale.”
But the landlord insists and after a certain amount of
bargaining, they agree on a price of £1,200. When the bar
has closed, the landlord takes the ferret home and finds his
wife in the kitchen.
“Gloria! teach this ferret how to keep house, then pack your
bags and bugger off.”