The Great Dane

Clarence minced into a bar with a huge Great Dane and lisped, "Scotch and soda!"
"We don't serve fags in here!" sneered the bartender,
"You better serve me," said the swish, "or I'll sick my dog on you!"
Clarence turned to the Great Dane and said, "All right, Bruce, sick 'em!"
The Great Dane leaped over the bar, pinned the bartender against the wall and barked, "Bowsie! Wowsie!"

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