I was out at one of Mill Hill's more upmarket drinking establishments, when my good friend Big Paul walked in. He came up to the bar, placed a jar on the counter and ordered a Martini. When it was delivered, he took out the Olive, and downed the Martini in one. He then ordered another Martini and repeated the process. When the jar was filled with olives and he made to leave. As I was rather puzzled by this odd behaviour, I asked "What was that all about with the jar?"
Big Paul replied, "my wife sent me out for a jar of olives and I couldn't be bothered walking down to the shops"
(All characters and events in this joke are fictional, although loosely based on the behaviour of certain people I know).
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