A fellow walked into a pub near Buckingham Palace in London, sat down, and said, “Give me a beer. I’ve had a rough day at work.”
The bartender replied, “Oh? What do you do?”
The guy said, “I take care of the royal corgis– you know, the dogs the royal family owns.”
The bartender remarked, “Tough job, huh?”
The guy said, “Yeah. All that inbreeding has led to low intelligence and bad temperaments. And the dogs aren’t too smart, either.”
