Part of the Joke

So, an unreduced fraction walks into a bar. Bartender looks over, got a real sad look on his face. Got some real sympathy wellin' up in his eyes, y'know. So he turns, he says, "HEY! Buddy. Yeah, you."


Fraction looks over at this point - he's thinkin' what now? Can't have a beer in peace, sheesh. Who is this guy anyway? So he's all, "YEAH? You got somethin' to say to me, pal? You wanna do this??? We can get fresh together - we can get Jared jackin' off juniors, 'SUBWAY' sweet onion teriyaki fresh. Bring that mouth over here and see what happens tough guy."


Bartender, he's floored. He's floored, but he ain't gonna let that get to 'em. Looks that unreduced fraction dead in his freakin' eyes and you know what he says?


"Hey buddy... Why the long expression?"


Fraction don't like this none too much, starts gettin' up in the bartender's face and he's all, "I can EXPRESS myself however I want, and I don't need YOU or nobody else to gimme no stinkin' lip about it."


Oh jeez now the bartender, he's about had it, starts comin' in with,


"Whoa, whoa, whoa... you can't be doin' this! This is a bar for Christ's sake! You're sittin' here with your 'tree over your two, talkin' a big mess about expression. It ain't proper, pal. You know what in fact it's IMPROPER what you're doin' right now. That's what it is."


Now get this, the fraction...? He starts BREAKIN' down, man. You had to see this - he's just fallin' all over the place, cryin' and shit. Just bitch-sobbin' all about "I ain't got no balance no more! I'm all mixed up!!" Oh man, that bartender had reduced him down to just about nothin'.


But he feels bad, y'know! He don't want no part of this numerical molestation. Starts consoling the poor guy. 'Bout five minutes later, I be damned if he didn't start lookin' like a million bucks. Gave him whatever he needed to feel whole again, seemed like.


Then - get this - I'm turned away a second, turn back and they're arguin' again! Apparently, after "feelin' whole" again as he kept sayin, he starts gettin' nasty with the bartender - just real fuckin' negative, I heard. Bartender presses him, goin' for the root of the issue - you know, try and figure all this out. And that's when he really lost it. He starts tossin' stools, breakin' mugs - you name it. Bartender finally pipes up,


"YOU gotta get outta here, buddy!! I don't need this kinda irrational nonsense messin' up my bar."


After that, dude just kinda sat there goin' on forever. Not repeatin' nothin', just goin' on and on. Door guy kicked him out couple minutes later. Irrational, just like the bartender said. That's how I'd put it anyway.