A man walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a case of lager, any kind except Fosters. The bartender says, "What’s wrong with Fosters, don’t you like it?"
The man says, "I hate that sh*t. Last night I drank a case of Fosters and blew chunks.
The bartender says, "You drink a case of any lager, you’re going to blow chunks".
"You don’t understand" said the man, "Chunks is my dog."
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