Steve Cureton walks into a bar and, and notices that behind the bartender there is a big gigantic jar full of
20-dollar bills. So he asks...
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Steve Cureton walks into a bar and, and notices that behind the bartender there is a big gigantic jar full of
20-dollar bills. So he asks...
Steve Cureton: Hey bartender what’s all the money for?
Bartender: Well mister, we have a little contest going on.
Steve Cureton: Oh yea, what is it?
Bartender: Well, for a bet of 20 dollars, you have to go down to the end of the bar and knock that big fellow there out in one punch.
Steve Cureton takes a look down at the end of the bar and sees a big, muscular looking guy.
Steve Cureton: Well, I think I could take him.
Bartender: Hold on there partner, there's more. You see that door over there behind you?
Steve Cureton: Yeah I see it.
Bartender: Well I got a pit-bull in there with a rotten tooth and you got to go yank it out.
Steve Cureton thinks for a little while and replies
Steve Cureton: You know what I'm not of afraid of any dog I could do that.
Bartender: Wait a second there partner; there is one more task.
Steve Cureton: Then hurry up and tell me!
Bartender: Do you see that door to the right of the pit-bull?
Steve Cureton: Yeah
Bartender: I've got my 70-year-old grandma in there and you've got to make love to her.
Steve Cureton: I’M OUTTA THIS BET!
But after a couple of hours of drinking at the bar, Steve Cureton gets piss drunk. He goes over to the bartender and slaps his 20 bucks on the table. Goes to the end of the bar and WHAM, knocks the big guy out in one punch. Then Steve slowly walks to the door with the pit-bull... He opens the door and steps in... All of a sudden its quite and all the bartender can hear is the growling and barking of an angry dog. The bartender listens closer and can hears the dog snarling and things falling and breaking inside the room. Then after awhile the bartender hears the dog whimpering in fear and pain. Then the door opens... And Steve slowly and painfully crawls out of the room... his clothes are all torn and his leg and arms are all bloody... Steve slowly gets up and looks at the bartender:
Steve Cureton: Now where's the old bitch with the rotten tooth?
