Let the drinker beware

Certain bars in my neighborhood have blacked-out windows. A few of these are not actually bars, but rather just a man standing on the other side of the door who stabs you and then drags your body in back with the other bodies.

"Why do people keep coming into this bar?" he asks his friend the pigeon.

The pigeon pecks at the floor.

"I guess I wouldn't have a job otherwise," he says.
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