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.