A man walks we is bank and are
tn the teller, 'N want an Oper, an fucking
The astonished Human replies, 'N beg gent
garden. but that kind er language is net
merited in this bank.‘
The weman leaves the window and gees
ever he the bank manager tn intern: him
st her situacion.
The manager egress that the Human dues
net have ts listen ts that kind st language.
They both retur he the torent: and the
manager asks the mtm," Sir, what seems
tn be the problem here?‘
There is tucking mam.‘ the man says.
I fuel was milieu been In the dunn
lottery and I event he put my tucking mane}:
In this damn bank.“
Alh... l see.‘ says the manager. ‘And is
this bitch gluing we a hard tints. sir?