A
man with a newt on his shoulder walked into a pub. "Pint, please," he said to
the barman, "and a half for Tiny here."
"Why do you call him Tiny?" asked the barman.
"Because" came the reply....
Wait for it.....
"He's my newt."
"Why do you call him Tiny?" asked the barman.
"Because" came the reply....
Wait for it.....
"He's my newt."
