A duck walks into a tavern and orders a beer.
The bartender thinks: “Wow, a talking duck,” and pours him a beer.
The bartender asks: “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before. Do you live in the neighborhood?”
The duck says: “"No, I live across town. I’m a drywaller, and I’m working the office renovation across the street. I just dropped in for a beer before going home for the day.”
The bartender, while trying to imagine how a duck handles drywall, asks: “Well, how is that drywall job treating you?”
The duck says: “Well, as you know, this isn’t a union town. The pay isn’t that great, but it pays the rent and keeps me in duck food. I get along with the other trades, so I guess it’s O.K.”
The bartender says: “I have a friend who runs a circus. Would you like to talk to him about a gig with the circus?”
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