A bloke goes into a pub, accompanied by his pet monkey. The bloke buys a drink. The monkey runs around the bar, eating everything it can lay hands on; peanuts, pork scratchings, crisps and someone’s plate of chips.
He then runs over to the pool table, picks the black ball off the table and with some difficulty swallows it.
The irate barman shouts at the bloke; “get that bloody monkey out of here! He’s a bloody nuisance. Now nobody can play pool ‘cos he’s eaten the ball. And he’s finished off the pork scratchings”.
The monkey’s owner apologises profusely, adding; ” I’ll pay for the pool ball and everything else, no worries”.
Three weeks later the bloke and the monkey are back. The bloke orders a beer, and the monkey picks up a cocktail cherry off the bar, sticks it up his bum, then pulls it out and eats it. He then does the same with a pickled onion.
The barman is appalled, ” Jesus, now he’s stickin’ stuff up his date, then eating it. Why the hell’s he doing that?”
The bloke replies “Well, ever since the episode with the pool ball, the clever little bastard now measures everything before he eats it.”