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Alfonse would go to the bar each afternoon for a little taste before heading home. And every day, Pierre would come in and greet Alfonse by slapping him - hard - right on the chest, and say, "Alfonse, mah fren', how y'all are?"
No matter how Alfonse complained, Pierre wouldn't stop slapping him on the chest. One day he walked into the bar and sat down in his usual spot. The bartender looked over at Alfonse, and noticing a huge bulge under the front of his shirt, said, "Alfonse! What you got under your shirt, you?"
Alfonse said, "Mais, me I got some dynamite."
The bartender said, "And what you t'ink you gonna do wit dat, hah?"
Alfonse replied, "You know how Pierre always come in here, sat himself down on the stool next beside me, slap me on da ches' and say, 'Alfonse, mah fren', how y'all are?'"
The bartender said, "Yeah."
And Alfonse said, "Well 'dis time when he do 'dat, me, I'm gonna blow his cotton-pickin' hand off, I garawntee!"
Thanks, Justin Wilson!
No matter how Alfonse complained, Pierre wouldn't stop slapping him on the chest. One day he walked into the bar and sat down in his usual spot. The bartender looked over at Alfonse, and noticing a huge bulge under the front of his shirt, said, "Alfonse! What you got under your shirt, you?"
Alfonse said, "Mais, me I got some dynamite."
The bartender said, "And what you t'ink you gonna do wit dat, hah?"
Alfonse replied, "You know how Pierre always come in here, sat himself down on the stool next beside me, slap me on da ches' and say, 'Alfonse, mah fren', how y'all are?'"
The bartender said, "Yeah."
And Alfonse said, "Well 'dis time when he do 'dat, me, I'm gonna blow his cotton-pickin' hand off, I garawntee!"
Thanks, Justin Wilson!