A weasel walks into a bar. 'Wow,' goes the barman. 'We've never had a weasel in here before. What can I get you?'
'Pop,' goes the weasel.
Boru
'Pop,' goes the weasel.
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson