Joe's sitting at the bar drinking his beer when he spots one of those 5-gallon water bottles, dry, upright, and stuffed with $20 bills. When the bartender gives him a fresh beer, Joe asks about the water jug. "It's a running bet we've got here. You put a $20 into the jug and if you can win the bet, it's all yours."

"What's the bet?" asked Joe.

"See our bouncer over by the door?" replied the bartender. Joe looks toward the door where he sees something that looks like Arnold Schwarneggar on steroids. The bartender continues, "Take him out with one puch."

"That's it?" asked Joe. "Take out the bouncer?"

"No," answers the bartender, "it's a 3-part bet. After the bouncer, we have a pit bull down in the basement with an abscessed tooth. You have to pull it out. And after that, we have an 80-year-old lady upstairs who's never had an orgasm. You have to do that. If you can do all those, then that jug of money is yours."

Joe grunts and goes back to drinking his beer. And looking at the money. And another beer. And looking at that money. And another beer, and still eyeing all that money. Another beer, still pondering that stash of cash.

All of a sudden, Joe jumps up with a mighty scream. He slam-dunks a $20 bill into the jug and races across the bar. POW! One hit, and the bouncer keels over like an oak tree. The whole bar stands up and stares. But Joe doesn't break stride. Down to the basement, he tears. Now there's snarling and howling coming up the stairs and it sounds like the gates of Hell have opened up. It goes on for 20 minutes. Then it's quiet.

The whole bar is waiting in anticipation. Suddenly Joe bursts up the stairs, sweat pouring from his body. His hair matted, his eyes maniacal, he glances around like a madman.

"Okay," he shouts, "now where is that old lady who needs her tooth pulled...???"