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Bobby the bartender looked up and said, “I’m sorry but we don’t serve bears in bars in Billings, Montana. The bear replied, “I just want a beer.” “Sorry,” said Bobby, “but we don’t serve beer to bears in bars in Billings, Montana.” Now visibly getting angry, the bear blurted out, “You better pour me a beer or I’m gonna start eating your customers!” Bobby the bartender bitterly replied, “We certainly don’t serve beer to belligerent bears in bars in Billings, Montana!”

With blood boiling, the bear began looking around the bar. Behind him was a barely dressed biker babe drinking bonded bourbon. The bear batted the babe off her barstool, bit her in two, and ate both halves.

“Now I bet you’ll give me my beer,” the bear bellowed.

“No way,” said Bobby the bartender. “We never serve beer to belligerent bears who use drugs in Billings, Montana.”

“Drugs??” asked the bewildered bear.

“Believe it,” said Bobby the bartender. “Drugs. After all, that was a bar bitch you ate.”