Two weathermen walk into a bar.
The first weatherman says to the bartender, "I'm the designated driver. May I have an Iced-Tea, please?"
A man at the end of the bar pipes up and says, "You think that's funny?"
The first weatherman gets a quizzical look on his face. The bartender patiently explains to the first weatherman, "It's just that we all know what you do for a living and you asking for an Iced Tea when it is snowing out in April...It just seems a little insensitive. That's all."
The second weatherman thinks for a moment. "You know, it was hot under those studio lights tonight and I really would like a snowflake."
"That's it!" exclaimed the man at the end of the bar. He leapt off his barstool and attacked the second weatherman. The man at the end of the bar repeatedly punched the second weatherman in the face.
When he was finished, the man from the end of the bar stepped back to see what he had done. The second weatherman had a broken nose, two black eyes, some missing teeth, and was bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
Then, the second weatherman started to laugh. He motioned for the man who had just savagely beat him to come closer. The man leaned in and the second weatherman whispered something. The man stepped back; thought a moment; and kicked the second weatherman in the ribs.
"Hey! That's enough!" said the first weatherman to the bartender. "Aren't you going to do something?"
"You're right. That reminds me." The bartender walked around the bar and asked the man who had administered the beating to leave. Then, the bartender bent down and punched the second weatherman in the face three times. After he was done, the bartender walked back behind the bar and began to make a phone call.
"Why did you do that?" asked the first weatherman.
"We're out of rum."
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