All of a sudden an enormous burly man walks in and slaps Ray so laborious that he falls off the stool.
“That was a karate chop from Korea,” says the massive man proudly.
Ray sighs, will get up and brushes the mud off his garments, sits down on the stool and continues to drink his beer.
All of a sudden he will get hit so laborious that he flies into the wall.
“That was a kung-fu chop from China,” chuckles the massive man.
Ray had had sufficient. He will get up, brushes off the mud and calmly leaves the pub.
After about an hour he returns, walks up behind the massive man who’s now sitting on the bar, and whacks him so laborious behind his ear that he blacks out.
Ray seems to be on the bartender and says:
“When he will get to, why don’t you inform him that was a shovel from the ironmongery shop in Houston.”
