A Marine, a Boxer, and an MMA Fighter Walk Into a Texas Bar

A young Marine, a boxer and an MMA fighter walk into a Texas bar.

The devil dog walks up to the bartender and says “Bartender. How goes it? I’ll have 3 shots of Jack, 3 shots of Henny, 3 shots of bourb, 3 shots of your best rum, and 3 Harps.” The bartender’s eyebrows raise and his eyes widen in shock, and he goes “Look here fellas, now I know y’all are just wanting to have a good night, but I’m telling you now, I don’t want no trouble or rubberneckin’ in my bar once you crayons polish these dranks off.” The Marine looks bewildered at the bartender. Confused; genuinely confounded, and stares for a second before it clicks “Oh, these guys? No worries Bartender, they don’t drink.”

That’s just the punchline. The real joke is believing a Marine could afford 12 shots, or count up to three.