A large woman wearing a sleeveless sun dress walked into a bar in 
Dublin.

She raised her right arm, revealing a huge hairy armpit as she pointed 
to all the people sitting at the bar, and asked, 'What man here will 
buy a lady a drink?'

The bar went silent as the patrons tried to ignore her. But down at the 
end of the bar, an owl-eyed drunk slammed his hand down on the counter 
and bellowed,  'Give the ballerina a drink!'

The bartender poured the drink, and the woman chugged it down.

She turned to the patrons, and again pointed around at all of them 
revealing the same very hairy armpit, and asked, 'What man here will 
buy a lady a drink?'

Once again, the same little drunk slapped his money down on the bar and 
said,  'Give the ballerina another drink!'

The bartender approached the little drunk and said, 'Tell me, Paddy, 
it's your business if you want to buy the lady a drink, but why do you 
keep calling her a ballerina?'

The drunk replied, 'Any woman who can lift her leg that high.....has 
got to be a ballerina!'

H/T His Eminence The Bishop