First guy sitting at the bar is crying; next fellow is pulling his hair out; next is giggling madly; next is just downing shot after shot after shot; next is just staring off into the void.
After a little while the bartender shouts, “Gentlemen! For the last time, no talking about politics!”
I can’t point out where it went wrong without breaking rule 2
Reminds me of a joke.
Berlin, 1944.
A middleclass bar in a quiet neighborhood.
First guy sitting at the bar is crying; next fellow is pulling his hair out; next is giggling madly; next is just downing shot after shot after shot; next is just staring off into the void.
After a little while the bartender shouts, “Gentlemen! For the last time, no talking about politics!”