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This joke is better told aloud, . . . if you don't get it, read it aloud to yourself.
A bear walks into a bar in Billings, Montana and orders a beer.
The bartender tells him, "sorry Mr Bear, but we don't serve beer to bears in Billings, Montana."
The bear says, "I don't care what you think you do or don't do, I want a beer."
The bartender replies, "Mr Bear, I have told you once, and I will tell you again, we don't serve beer to bears in Billings, Montana."
The bear is getting pissed. "I said I want a beer, and I want it now!!"
"Mr. Bear, I have told you once, I have told you twice and I will tell you again, we don't serve beer to bears in Billings, Montana."
The bear looks around, and points to a woman at the end of the bar. "If you don't get me a beer and do it now, I am going to go eat that chick."
The bartender responds, "Mr. Bear, I have told you once, I have told you twice, I have told you three times and I will tell you again, we don't serve beer to bears in Billings, Montana."
The bear goes to the end of the bar and chows down on the woman, and returns to the bartender, fresh blood dripping from his jowls. "Now, can I have my beer?"
"Mr Bear, I have told you four times, we don't serve beer to bears in Billings, Montana, and we sure don't serve drug addicts."
"Drug addicts?"
"Yes, that was a bar bitch you ate."
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