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A lady walks into a bar and says, "Barkeep, gimme a martooni."

The bartender goes back and fixes her a martini.

She downs it and says, "Barkeep, gimme another martooni."

So he goes back and fixes her another martini.

She downs that, and just sits there and doesn't say anything.

Finally after about 10 minutes bartender says, "Would you like another?"

She says, "Oh, no, I got this terrible heartburn."

The bartender says, "Okay, there are three things wrong here. Number 1:
It's martini, not martooni. Number 2: It's bartender, not barkeep. And,
Number 3: You're not having heartburn, your boob's in the ash tray."
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