Bootneck walks into a pub and asks for a pint of anything except Steinlager.
Barman asks, "What's wrong with Steinlager?"
Bootneck replies, "I had 12 pints of it last night and when I came to I was
fucking skint."
Barman says, "But 12 pints of anything costs about the same."
Bootneck replies, "Skint's my dog."
Barman asks, "What's wrong with Steinlager?"
Bootneck replies, "I had 12 pints of it last night and when I came to I was
fucking skint."
Barman says, "But 12 pints of anything costs about the same."
Bootneck replies, "Skint's my dog."
