...and climbs up on a stool and asks, "Can I get a beer?"
The bartender says, "We don't serve ducks here, get the hell out!", and picks him up and throws him out the door.
The next day, same duck waddles into the same bar and orders a beer.
The bartender says, "Look, I told you we don't serve ducks here!", and picks him up and throws him out the door.
Third day in a row, same duck walks into the same bar, climbs up on a stool, and once again asks, "Can I get a beer?"
The bartender is clearly losing his patience with the duck, and shouts, "Look, if you come in here again and order a beer, I'm going to nail your bill to the bar!". Picks up the duck, and throws him out.
Fourth day, the same duck walks into the same bar. Bartender sees the duck coming and feels his blood pressure rise. The duck climbs up on a stool and asks, "Do you have a hammer?"
This throws off the bartender who replies, "No, I don't".
Duck says, "Good. Can I have a beer?"
