Man In Pub

A man walks into a pub with a neck brace around his neck. He asks for a pint. The bartender gives him one. Then the man asks, "Who's in the lounge?" The bartender replies. "15 people playing darts." The man says, "Get them a pint too." Then he asks, "Who's upstairs?" The bartender replies, "150 people at the disco." The man says, "Get them a drink too." The bartender says, "That will be $328 please." The man says, "Sorry but I haven't got that much money on me." The bartender says, "If you were at the pub a mile from here, they would of broke your neck." The man says, "I've all ready been there."

The Fight!

Kelly limps into his favorite pub, "My god! What happened to you?" the bartender asked Kelly as he hobbled in on a crutch, one arm in a cast. "I got in a tiff with Riley", whispered Kelly to the bartender.
"Riley? He's just a wee fellow," the barkeep said surprised. "He must have had something in his hand."
"That he did," Kelly said. "A shovel it was."
"Dear Lord. Didn't you have anything in your hand?"
"Aye, that I did - Mrs. Riley's right tit." Kelly said. "And a beautiful thing it was, but not much use in a fight!"

Cold Cock the S.O.B!

A big 300 pound, seven foot brute of a man walked into a bar one evening and said to the bartender "Give everyone a drink except that gay guy over there". About fifteen minutes later he gives the same order, "Give everyone a drink except that gay guy over there." The gay guy asks the bartender for two ice cubes. The bartender asks why, and the gay guy says "I am going to put one in each cheek, go over there, and cold-cock that big son-of-a-bitch!"