He and She, after a long day of travel, stopped at a favorite restaurant. And She ordered a beer …
He: “Watch out, that stuff’ll kill you.”
She: “What? It’s just a beer.”
He: “Yeah. And that bier will carry you to your grave.”
She: “Groan. I thought that casket thing was pronounced ‘bEYE-er’, not ‘bEE-er’. To prevent people like you from getting nasty surprises.”
He: “So, buyer beware?”
She: “Much more like ‘beware the bier’. And since when is a buyer ware? I thought we were done with slave markets. A buyer wants ware.”
He: “No buyers are going to get any ware if they can’t make up their minds where they want it.”
She: “Oh for crying out loud. This conversation is getting ware-i-some.”
He: “That’s better than ware-i-none. Isn’t it?”
She: “I’m beginning to wonder …”
He: “I know, it’s been a long day. Buyer a beer?”
Yes please.
and a round for the house…