Heartburn

A very inebriated lady walked into a bar shortly before closing time, sat at
the bar and ordered, "Bartender, bartender, I would like a Marmots."


The bartender brought her a Martini, which she drinks in one gulp.


"Bartender, I would like another Marmots", again the bartender brought her a
Martini. By this time the lady is leaning heavily forward, barely able to hang
on. She called, "Bartender, your Martoutsys are giving me heartburn�.


Patiently, the bartender came near her and said, "Lady, I am not a bartender,
but a bartender, and what you have been drinking is not a Marmots, but a
Martini, and finally, you do not have heartburn, your tits are hanging in the
ashtray."