Talking Duck (An old but good one)
A duck walks into a bar and orders a beer. The barman says, “Hey, you’re a duck!”
“Yeah, but I mean — you can TALK!” says the barman.
“I guess your ears are fine, too,” answers the duck. “Now, can I have a beer please?” The barman serves the duck a pint and asks him what he’s doing in the area. “Oh,” says the duck, “I work as a plasterer on the building site over there. We’ll be here for a couple of weeks, and I’ll be in each lunchtime for a pint.”
And each day the duck waddles over from his job at the building site and has his lunchtime lager. The next week, the circus comes to town on its annual round. The circus owner comes in for a pint, and the barman tells him about the talking duck. “You should get it into your circus,” he says. “You could make a lot of bucks out of a talking duck. I’ll speak to him about it.”
The following day, the duck comes in at lunchtime. The barman says, “You know, the circus is in town, and yesterday I was chatting to the owner. He’s very interested in you.”
“Really?” says the duck.
“Yeah. You could make a lot of money there. I can fix it up for you easily.”
“Hang on,” says the duck. “You did say a CIRCUS, didn’t you?”
“That’s one of those tent things, isn’t it? With a big pole in the middle?”
“That’s canvas, isn’t it?” asks the duck.
“Of course,” replies the barman. “I can get you a job there starting tomorrow. The circus owner’s dead keen.”
The duck looks very puzzled. “What would he want with a plasterer?”
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