At the end of a tiny, deserted bar is a huge Hobo bloke 2 metres tall and 150 kilos. He's having a few beers when a short, well-dressed and obviously gay man walks in and sits beside him.
After three or four beers the gay fella finally plucks up the courage to say something to the big fella.
Leaning over towards the Hobo he whispers,
"Do you want a blow-job?"
At this the massive Hobo leaps up with fire in his eyes and smacks the man in the face, knocking him swiftly off the stool.
He proceeds to beat him all the way out of the bar before leaving him bruised and battered in the car park and returning to his seat.
Amazed, the barman quickly brings over another beer.
"I've never seen you react like that," he says, "just what did he say to you?".
"I'm not sure", the big Hobo replies, "something about a job."
After three or four beers the gay fella finally plucks up the courage to say something to the big fella.
Leaning over towards the Hobo he whispers,
"Do you want a blow-job?"
At this the massive Hobo leaps up with fire in his eyes and smacks the man in the face, knocking him swiftly off the stool.
He proceeds to beat him all the way out of the bar before leaving him bruised and battered in the car park and returning to his seat.
Amazed, the barman quickly brings over another beer.
"I've never seen you react like that," he says, "just what did he say to you?".
"I'm not sure", the big Hobo replies, "something about a job."
