Big John's 300C

The owner advised the new bartender in a suburban bar.
"If you ever hear that Big John is bringing his pimped out Chrysler 300C down here, drop everything and run for your life."
All was well for several months then one day, the squealing of tires became a roar as a golfer rushed in shouting, "Big John's a
comin'!" In his hurry to get out, he knocked the small bartender to the floor.
Before the bartender could recover, more squealing of tires out front and out of this all tinted, coal black 300C, came a giant of a
man with a big black, bushy beard. He strode in through the swinging
doors , using a rattlesnake for a whip. The man tore the doors off their hinges, knocked over tables, and slung
the rattlesnake into the corner. "Gimme a drink," he yelled as he split the bar in half with a pound of his massive fist. The bartender
nervously pushed a bottle of Jack Daniels toward the man. He bit off the top of the glass bottle with his teeth, chugged the contents in one gulp and turned to leave. '
Realizing that the man wasn't hurting anyone, the bartender
asked if he'd like another drink. "Ain't got no time," the man roared. "Big John's a' comin' to town."

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