BadBobby and Big Al became inmates at a mental institution; not crazy, but a little out of touch with reality.
One day while strolling the grounds they come upon a small garden shed.
“Big Al,” shouts BB. “Look at this
We can fix ‘er up and make our own little pub
“That’s brilliant, BB
” said Big Al. “Let’s start straight away.”
The two of 'em beaver away, carrying out old junk and reworking the timber into a bar that was quite impressive. Soon they had a respectable looking (though imaginary) pub.
BadBobby shouts, “Big guy, I’ll be the barman and you will be my first customer
BB enters the shed and closes the door. Soon, Big Al walks in, strolls to the bar and stands patiently as BB putters about behind the bar.
“I’ll have a pint, Mate
” bellows Big Al as BB continues behind the bar.
“There’s others ahead of ye, I’ll be with ye in a moment,” responded The Ol' Feller.
“Right”, says Big Al.
After a couple minutes, Big Al said, “Barman, I’ll take that pint now
“You’ll have to wait your turn, as there are others before ya
” snarls a visibly upset BB.
“Sorry Mate,” was the quiet reply.
Two minutes later Big Al pounds on the bar and shouts, “How about some service here
At that, BadBobby wheels around the bar and bellows, “I told ya twice to wait your turn. I’ve had it with ya” and lands a screaming haymaker on Big Al’s jaw.
The Big Feller tumbles backward out the door, into the garden and lays there, dazed.
Two of the institution’s orderlies see this and rush over. “What happened to ya
” one of them asks.
“Somebody hit me
” Big A mumbles.
“Who was it
” demanded the orderlies.
Big Al replied, “I couldn’t tell. The place was packed