A woman walks into a bar with her pet newt on her shoulder. She sits down on a stool and orders a beer. The barman looks at the woman and her newt and asks her, "What's his name?" "Tiny." The woman replies. "Why tiny?" The barman inquires. "Because he's my newt."
A woman walks into a bar.
She asks the bartender for a double entendre.
So he gives it to her.
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