This is my last one for awhile. Take care.

So anyway, this leper goes into a bar. And this guy is in a really
advanced state of decay, you know, like the werewolf's friend in
American Werewolf in London, towards the end of the movie... Anyhow,
he goes into this bar, sits down at the bar and says to the bartender,
"Look, before I order, I'd like you to know that I'm aware of how my
appearance affects some people, and I'll fully understand it if you
refuse to serve me."  The bartender, who is looking a little
pasty-faced, says, "No, sir, I am a professional, and you are my
customer. It is my pleasure to serve you. What would you like?"  A
shot of whiskey, if it's not too much trouble." "Coming right up,
sir." The bartender pours the drink, then goes to the area behind the
bar, ostensibly to wash some glasses, but the leper can hear him
puking his guts out. When the bartender returns a moment later, wiping
the corner of his mouth with a rag, the leper says, "Look, I told you
I would understand. You didn't have to go through that for my sake!" To
which the bartender replied, "I know that, sir, and I would like to
assure you that I would have had no trouble, but for the last 5
minutes or so, the drunk next to you has been dipping his crackers in
your arm."
Brian R. Murphy
Merchant Web Design
Public Online Communication Corp.
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