A ham-and cheese sandwich walks into the local tavern, takes a seat, and says, "I'll have a scotch and soda, please." The bartender looks at the sandwich with an odd expression on his face and responds, "Sorry, I can't serve you."
The sandwich gets upset, pulls out his money and slaps it down on the counter. "Look, I've got cash. I can pay for this. Why can't I get a drink in this joint?"
"Can't you read the sign?' the bartender asks. "We don't serve food."
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