The guy then says again, “Another two beers, please.”
The barman shrugs, pours them, and once again the giraffe downs his beer in one long gulp. The guy follows right after.
The barman watches this happen a third time, then finally says, “You know, you’re drinking pretty fast.”
The guy nods. “Yeah, we’ve had a long day.”
They order another round. Same routine. Giraffe drinks first. Guy drinks second.
After a few more rounds, the giraffe suddenly sways, wobbles, and collapses face-first onto the floor with a massive thud.
The entire bar goes silent.
The barman stares at the unconscious giraffe, then looks at the man and says, “Mate… you can’t leave that lyin’ there.”
The guy finishes his beer, sets the glass on the counter, and says, “That’s not a lion. That’s a giraffe.”
The barman rubs his temples. “No, I mean you can’t just leave him there on the floor.”
The guy stands up, grabs his coat, and says, “Trust me, he’s fine. He does this every time he drinks too much.”
The barman asks, “So what are you gonna do now?”
The guy replies, “I’m heading home.”
The barman looks shocked. “You’re just going to leave him?”
The guy says, “Of course not. He knows the way. He’s got a very long neck — he’ll be fine.” 🦒🍺
