This large, sweaty woman, wearing a sleeveless, stained sundress, walks into a bar. She raises her right arm, revealing a quite unshaven armpit as she points to all the people sitting at the bar. “What damn gentleman around here will buy this young lady a drink?”, she demands in a deep, gravelly voice.
The whole bar goes dead silent, as the patrons try to ignore her. The men next to her quickly move away, mainly because of her body odour.
At the end of the bar, a skinny little drunken man slams his hand on the bar and says: “Bartender! Put it on my tab. I want to buy that ballerina a drink!”.
The bartender obliges and pours the drink.
After she chugalugs the drink, she turns again to the patrons and points around at all of them, again revealing her hirsute armpit. “What &%¤#@ gentleman around here will buy a #@¤%& lady a drink?”, she again asks.
Once again, the little drunk slaps his hand down on the bar and says: “Bartender! I’d like to buy that ballerina another drink!”
After serving the lady her second drink, the bartender approaches the little drunk. “It’s your business,” says the bartender, “if you want to buy the lady a drink, but why do you keep calling her a ballerina?”.
“Sir!”, replies the drunk, “In my eyes, any woman who can lift her leg up that high has got to be a ballerina!”.