**DONOTDELETE**
12-13-2002, 10:15 AM
A guy goes into a bar and orders a draft. The bartender pours his beer and sets it in front of him. Just as the guy goes to reach for it, a chicken comes running across the bar, perches on the edge of the glass, dips his butt in the beer, and runs off. The guy is stunned. When the bartender comes by, the guy says, \"Hey, uh -- this chicken...\"
\"Oh, yeah, sorry, I\'ve only been here a couple of weeks, I forgot, here, I\'ll pour you a new one.\" So, the bartender pours him a new beer. Just as he\'s about to reach for it again, the chicken comes running out, perches on the edge of the glass, dips his butt in the beer, and runs off. The guy\'s flabbergasted.
When the bartender comes by again, the guy says, \"Hey, that chicken...\"
\"Well,\" says the bartender, \"I\'ll pour you one more, but you\'re gonna have to watch your drink.\"
\"But what\'s the deal with the chicken?\" the guy asks.
\"I\'m not sure,\" the bartender replies, \"like I said, I\'ve only been here a week. But, you might want to ask Franki the piano player over there, he\'s been here for about twenty years, he should know.\"
So the guy walks over to the piano player, who\'s just finishing up his break and says, \"Franki, do you know the chicken that comes running out, perches on your glass, and dips his butt in your beer?\"
And Franki says, \"No, I don\'t. But hum a few bars and I\'ll fake it.\"
\"Oh, yeah, sorry, I\'ve only been here a couple of weeks, I forgot, here, I\'ll pour you a new one.\" So, the bartender pours him a new beer. Just as he\'s about to reach for it again, the chicken comes running out, perches on the edge of the glass, dips his butt in the beer, and runs off. The guy\'s flabbergasted.
When the bartender comes by again, the guy says, \"Hey, that chicken...\"
\"Well,\" says the bartender, \"I\'ll pour you one more, but you\'re gonna have to watch your drink.\"
\"But what\'s the deal with the chicken?\" the guy asks.
\"I\'m not sure,\" the bartender replies, \"like I said, I\'ve only been here a week. But, you might want to ask Franki the piano player over there, he\'s been here for about twenty years, he should know.\"
So the guy walks over to the piano player, who\'s just finishing up his break and says, \"Franki, do you know the chicken that comes running out, perches on your glass, and dips his butt in your beer?\"
And Franki says, \"No, I don\'t. But hum a few bars and I\'ll fake it.\"