So a bear walks into a bar and says to the bartender, “I’ll have a rum and…”
He waits a bit.
“…coke, please.”
The bartender asks, “Why the big pause?”
“I don’t know, I was born with them.”
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That joke has been running through my head the whole time I have been drawing this page. Seriously.
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Oh man, took me a moment to get the joke. It was pretty good one.
Grisly puns are just unbearable, right?
*ba-dum tsh*
Pun-ishing. 😀
You should be ashamed for jokes like that. The story meanwhile progresses. I think this chap is clearly established as a bit of a good guy. I hope he gets to trade that bear’s tooth for something later on.
Hmm… why do I just *know* the Bog Witch is going to be one amazingly evil piece of work?
He wouldn’t need this many new friends if she wasn’t. 😀
For some reason I keep thinking that all this stuff was supplies for the witch, maybe the week’s groceries or something, and so he’s going to have to answer for what happened to all the stuff he was meant to get.
“Where’s the bread?”
“…Fed it to a dying bird.”
“Where’s the butter?”
“..Used it to free a fox.”
“What about the really expensive elf-mead?”
“..Gave it to a starving bear that I pulled a bad tooth from.”
“I hope you got something in return for all this!”
“…Well, I took the bird with me because it was cold, and I’ve still got the bear’s bad tooth…”
In the absence of groceries, guess what has two thumbs and is on the menu instead?