Billy-Bob walks into a bar and says, “Drinks for everyone—on me!”
The bartender laughs. “Someone’s in a good mood.”
“Sure am,” Billy-Bob says. “I just got hired by the city to empty parking meters. Start Monday.”
That night, Billy-Bob comes back. “Two rounds for everyone—on me!”
The bartender grins. “Just wait till you get your paycheck.”
Billy-Bob pulls a handful of quarters from his pocket and says,
“Paycheck? You mean they’re gonna pay me too?”
