A drunk guy ordering the waiter to serve three coffees.
- Three coffee?
- Yes, one for me, one for you and one for your mother.
The next day the same drunk guy asks the same waiter:
- Three coffee ...
- Three?
- Yes ... three ... one for me, one for you and one for your mother. The waiter could not refrain, jumped over the table and beating on drunk bundles. A day later, full of bruised, he get to back in bar. The waiter asks ironically:
- Three coffee ...
- No answer swipe, only two: one for me and one for your mother. For you not, as you fret.
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