Flat Tire

Old fart comes up to the bar, says, can I get one of those flat tires?  I say, sure!  Where’s your car?  He says, huh?  I say, your car, man. I think I got a screwdriver back here, get you a flat tire. He says, no. This beer.

He points to one of the taps.

I say, ohhhh. You want a FAT Tire. I thought you…um…were meaning…oh, never mind.

-Clint Curtis

Flat Tire

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